I started with a heart of hardest stone
And chiseled out the duties of the Law
The sure concussive iron stroke alone
A pulse that though it beat could never draw
The blood of life or coax my love to rise
But as my conscience tried to prove the score
The wretched etchings tallied the demise
The Law as judge had cut in stone before
Thus sealing life and death in stark motif
But Mercy, through the Law, redressed the brand
He crushed my heart to dust for my relief
Then measured all its grains into his hand
He formed a heart of flesh to mark my death
And kissed me back to life with Holy Breath
From the upcoming collection Chasing Shadows, Dancing with Light, with permission from By Grace For Glory Publishing.
Alex Kneen
Alex Kneen spins poems and songs from images she finds tucked within the pages of biblical narratives. She holds a masters degree in theological studies from Nashotah House Theological Seminary. She enjoys reading theology and philosophy, finding truth far more beautiful than the most sublime meter and rhyme could ever capture.
She lives with her husband and three children in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina. Currently, she serves the community by teaching STEAM at an elementary school. She also dabbles in other forms of art, such as woodworking and pottery pulled from the clay she digs out of the creek in her backyard.
