Abba's Dearly Beloved

There is a way that has been made.
It puts an end to lonely wanderings,
and trades joy for broken sorrows;
A path that bids those that hide to come.

This dawning light; This eternal flame,
Has caught those lost in hopeless darkness. 
The signpost reads ‘perfect love’s gift.'
Behold Christ the Way to the Father’s side.

Upon hewn stones of mercy’s triumph we tread,
To shed garments pockmarked with shame.
And receive righteousness not our own,
As our eternal robes to wear.

There is no toll or tax to travel this road.
For the price has already been fully paid. 
That the traveler does not have to earn,
Their passage upon this precious Way.

For the divine heart who desired it made,
Was the very one who bore the cost.
Every stone of our broken sin laid to rest.
All was shouldered by the Holy One.

For no other builder could have formed such a road.
Only the hands of a God who loves to distraction could.
His answer to cries of the broken heart made plain,
A way of hope in the desert of humanity's pain. 

“Come to me” the Way Calls, I bid you come, 
I am the Way to life in all fullness lived.
For grace not condemnation is this path. 
And welcoming arms of divine love its end.

"Any doubt of worthiness to travel,"
“Has already been settled by me.”
“Thus upon this road fear not to tread.”
“So take my hand dear child and come.”

© 2021, Benjamin Trowbridge