Posted by: Postordinandy | July 17, 2014

John 17 (pt 4)

Sanctified by a touch of fleshed-out grace,

Soon to be snatched and broken by worldly powers;

Those sleeping are held before a heavenly throne,

Lovingly caressed, and damp with the tears of their saviour.

This joy then,

Cannot be captured in mere word or deed,

– A paper-thin emotional response

that shrilly cries to be noticed.


It has more depth, more substance than that.

Instead it is rooted in the certainty of forgiveness,

Embedded in the spirit of ‘one more step’.

Joy robes those who wear her in finery,

And frees them to fly


“I am coming to you now, but I say these things while I am still in the world, so that they may have the full measure of my joy within them. I have given them your word and the world has hated them, for they are not of the world any more than I am of the world. My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one. They are not of the world, even as I am not of it. Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth. As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world. For them I sanctify myself, that they too may be truly sanctified.” [John 17:13-19]


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