With An Ordinance Of Grace Poem by Mark Heathcote

With an ordinance of grace, I want to die
Drop like a lemon, too heavy for the sky
I want to have every pip squeezed dry,
Know I've given everything before I die.

With an ordinance of grace, I want to testify
I want your love to kill me, make me cry
Show me at my lowest; I still swing high!
Reaching upward, Lord, let me espy.

With an ordinance of grace, I still can fly
Join those ephemeral things like butterfly
That has two lives that cocoon and solidify
With such beauty, here I cannot quantify.

With an ordinance of grace, I want to detoxify
Put all my sins, behind me and glorify
How I survived like some ancient Samurai
Lived with honour and died, Lord, I am gratified.

With an ordinance of grace, I too was crucified
I thank you, Lord, even now a little dissatisfied
That no hurt or love was ever classified
That nothing was ever oversimplified.