Poetry by Cory McLaughlin
"In Hindsight"
In hindsight I breathe...
Thoughts desolate in memory
Thoughts of souls dying-
Of transgressions they unfold
Of the misery they’ve not been told-
Thus the Love of Christ remains unseen
Their bodies remain unclean-
A chance passed
But none redeemed-
Their blood is on our hands
Yet do we weep?
Yet do we weep?
Have you lost any sleep?
This night in peril they lie awake
A chance of slaughter by daybreak-
Our conscience seared by a seamless counterfeit
Yet we pray
Yet we pray-
But our Love is lost in pride
In travail we seek to hide-
The darkness strikes to ploy
Yet restitution we boast will stay
You see... The debt is paid we say-
So what is in a promise?
Grace we did not earn
The Cross we did not yearn-
Life and prophecy procured
Still we bottle up this only cure-
The Truth in but a Word
Without it life seems absurd-
Ashamed to face the glory withheld
Because of the Love we did not tell-
Conviction now groaning in our heart
We must bow down to start-
Our face to the dirt
Repent O man!
Repent O Man!
A sweet aroma
A fragrant scent-
Again God’s grace abounds!
How does one recompense
What is undeserved?
Let us feel the nails
Let us hear the cries
Let us die the death
Let us live to Christ
In hindsight I breathe...
Thoughts desolate in memory
Thoughts of souls dying-
Of transgressions they unfold
Of the misery they’ve not been told-
Thus the Love of Christ remains unseen
Their bodies remain unclean-
A chance passed
But none redeemed-
Their blood is on our hands
Yet do we weep?
Yet do we weep?
Have you lost any sleep?
This night in peril they lie awake
A chance of slaughter by daybreak-
Our conscience seared by a seamless counterfeit
Yet we pray
Yet we pray-
But our Love is lost in pride
In travail we seek to hide-
The darkness strikes to ploy
Yet restitution we boast will stay
You see... The debt is paid we say-
So what is in a promise?
Grace we did not earn
The Cross we did not yearn-
Life and prophecy procured
Still we bottle up this only cure-
The Truth in but a Word
Without it life seems absurd-
Ashamed to face the glory withheld
Because of the Love we did not tell-
Conviction now groaning in our heart
We must bow down to start-
Our face to the dirt
Repent O man!
Repent O Man!
A sweet aroma
A fragrant scent-
Again God’s grace abounds!
How does one recompense
What is undeserved?
Let us feel the nails
Let us hear the cries
Let us die the death
Let us live to Christ