At One

I have sinned against You alone,
And by Your blood,
You have atoned.

You didn’t waste one-
These tears that fell
Like exploding light bulbs:
Diminished glory, broken shells.

Shouldn’t I have known?
How could I forget-
You do not take these lightly:
My sin, my sorrow, my regret,

My design?
You arrange my ways-
The Impeccable Composer,
The Ancient of Days.

And You are no stranger to pain,
Pouring out Your blood
In rivers of burning,
Cleansing, saving love.

I have sinned against You alone,
But by this blood,
You alone atone.