Ripple

From more than half the width of the lower 48 away 

I feel the pebble-drop that alters the past into the future-now 

toward the future that will be 

instead of future-might-have-been.  

I grieve the might-have-been. 

I grieve the now. 

I grieve what will be. 

I grieve the pebble-drop.  

Yet I grieve with hope—

hope in the Savior from Heaven, 

mighty to save, 

mighty to rescue me from death, 

whose arms are spread wide to welcome all who will come.  

So I come to the cross and kneel,

baptized in the sorrow, 

baptized in the love, 

baptized in the blood flowing mingled down 

for me, 

for my sin – not in part, but in whole.  

The ripple from this stone, 

this rock of offense, 

engulfs the pebble-ripple and transforms it to glory.