Re-Deemed by Ernest N. Prabhakar

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The following poem is a sequel to Trappist.

Re-Deemed
7:30 AM, Wednesday, June 21st, 2006
by Ernest N. Prabhakar
For Myself
Help!
Father, Help!

I tried.
I really tried.

I tried to do the right thing.
What I thought you wanted.
The only thing I could.
What I must.

I fought. I strove. I struggled.
I even conquered!

Sometimes.

Briefly.

What went wrong?

Why didn’t it work?

Why does it seem
the more I do
the less gets done?

Why do my solutions
create so many problems?

Why do my victories
taste so much like failure?

Why?

Why!

Ernie.

Yes, Lord?

I AM.

Who?

I AM.
The LORD.
Who made you
and deemed you.
Who saved you
and re-deemed you.

Deemed me?

Deemed you holy.
Deemed you worthy.
Deemed you worth dying for.
When you were not.

Then why?
Why all THIS?

Because.
Because I am God.
Because I AM.
And you are not.

So?

Only I can take away your shame.
Only I will take away your shame.
Only I have taken away your shame.
Your Anger. Despair. Loneliness.

Then why
do I still feel it?
Feel them?
Feel this?

Because.
You must receive me.
You must believe me.
You must trust me.
And not yourself.

How?

Let go.

Of what?

Of everything.
Your dreams.
Your shame.
Your pride.
Your ego.
Yourself.
You.

Why?

Because.
I want to give you Everything.
But you are too full of Nothing
and Less than Nothing
to hold it.

But…

No buts.
No ands.
No ifs.

Then what?

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

Yes.

“Yes?” Just “Yes?”

Yes!

“Yes?!?”

Yes.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Huh.

OK.

Yes.

Yes!

Yes!!

Yes!!!

Dear God, Yes!

“Yes” to You
“No” to me.

“No” to shame
and “Yes” to free.

“No” to sin that trapped my heart
“Yes” to love, a brand new start.

“No” to power and control
“Yes” to giving up my soul.

No need now to be a god
Let Him teach me with His rod.

Yes, I’m His, and His alone
On His lap, not on His throne.

No more fear, though pain endures
For my Jesus paid the cure.

Yes!

Yes, Lord, Yes!

I say “Yes!”

Yes!

Yes.

!

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