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January 9, 2014

Poem: Jesus the Mediator (May – June 1996)

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by Ken Cameron
May – June, 1996

23Sometimes, somehow,
My guilt and sin—
My own Eden-forged wall—
Creates a bridge to God.

A paradox, perhaps,
And yet, in truth,
Christ’s greatest gift.

For as I die
on a self-chosen cross;
As darkness falls
across the godless void;

As guilt and loneliness
engulf death’s precipice,
Christ is there.

And when I cry
“My God, Why
have you forsaken me?”
I cry with HIM.

And in our question
there is submission.
And in our protest
there is prayer. Wineskins Magazine

Ken Cameron

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