when the rooster crows
Guilty
Cold
Alone
Accused
Ashamed
“What have you done?”
And the rooster crows
Running
Denying
Justifying
Hiding
Sewing fig leaves
“Where are you?”
And the rooster crows
The weight, heavy
The voices, condemning
The burden, unbearable
The fear, enslaving
The lie, empty
“Who told you?”
And the rooster crows
Truth arises
Blood shed
Debt paid
Grace flows
Chains broken
Free indeed
“Where are your accusers?”
No more shame
No more condemnation
No more guilt
No more fear
No more darkness
No more running
“Come to Me”
For from His fullness
we have all received,
grace upon grace.
John 1:16 NASB
