God’s Word says, “He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness” — 1 Peter 2:24

“Jesus, hear my cry and save me
from the fatal poison of my sin,
for I cannot save myself!” —
Immediately, the doorbell rings.
I open, and stand face to face
with the Antidote of God.
He does not bring a cure;
He is the cure.

The crucified and risen Christ,
Lord of All, Love Itself, smiles
and wraps me in an embrace.
His arms are carpenter-strong;
His words speak to deepest need:
“Child, you are forgiven.
Your house is full of poison,
but I will set you free.”

Jesus quickly brings in his bag
and says He’s moving in.
Now, day by day, my Savior
goes through all my house,
and when He cleans an area up,
He marks it with a cross.
Often He wrenches open
secret doors I’d keep shut.
But when again that cross appears,
I know the sin He’s rid me of
so I can live and learn to love.

Devotional poem © 2016 Michael Himick. Used with permission.