Creed on Fire by Jeff Callaway

Creed on Fire

by Jeff Callaway

Texas Outlaw Poet

I believe in God, the Father on high,

Maker of earth, of sea, of sky.

Author of thunder, composer of rain,

Who paints the sunrise, who carves out the plain.

The mountains bow low, the rivers all bend,

The stars in their silence still call Him their friend.

The cosmos is singing, the galaxies spin,

Yet He stoops to the dust to breathe life into men.

And in Jesus Christ, His Son, His flame,

The Word made flesh, the Holy Name.

Begotten not made, eternal, divine,

The cornerstone, chosen before all time.

Born of a Virgin, pure, untouched,

Mary, the vessel God trusted so much.

Heaven kissed earth in a Bethlehem stall,

The Infinite clothed in the weakness of all.

He walked the streets where shadows creep,

The lame stood tall, the dead woke from sleep.

Demons trembled, the proud took fright,

He spoke truth like lightning that split the night.

The hungry were fed, the broken made whole,

The lost ones were found, He ransomed the soul.

No crown of gold, just thorns for His head,

The King of all kings with nowhere to bed.

Crucified under Pilate’s decree,

The nails were for you, the nails were for me.

Hands spread wide, love pouring down,

A King with a cross for His only crown.

Mocked by the crowd, abandoned, despised,

The Author of life, the Lord of the skies.

Buried in stone, the world shut the door,

But death was a prison He’d shatter once more.

He descended to darkness, He walked through the flame,

Hell’s gates shook at the sound of His name.

Chains fell loose, the captives ran,

Death lost its grip to the God-made man.

On the third day the silence broke,

The grave gave way, the earth awoke.

He rose with power, He rose with might,

The Morning Star blazing into sight.

He ascended to heaven, the sky tore wide,

The angels bowed low, creation cried.

At the Father’s right hand He reigns, He stays,

Alpha, Omega, Ancient of Days.

And He will return, trumpet and flame,

Every knee bending at the sound of His name.

The Judge of the living, the Judge of the dead,

With justice and mercy His Kingdom will spread.

I believe in the Spirit, the breath, the fire,

The whisper of God, the holy desire.

The rushing wind that the prophets knew,

The comforter promised, the power that’s true.

He speaks through the silence, He burns in the chest,

He convicts the sinner, He strengthens the blessed.

Invisible presence, eternal friend,

The Spirit of God with no start and no end.

I believe in the Church, one body, one flame,

Holy and catholic, bearing His name.

The saints and the martyrs, the faithful who bled,

The prayers of the living, the hope of the dead.

A family of sinners made holy by grace,

Washed in the waters, reborn in this place.

The communion unbroken, the fellowship deep,

The Shepherd still guards, the lost He will keep.

I believe in forgiveness, the canceling of debt,

A mercy so vast no soul need regret.

The blood of the Lamb wipes the record away,

The night turned to dawn, the end to the day.

No sin too heavy, no scar too wide,

Grace is the flood, and we stand inside.

Confession restores, absolution is near,

The mercy of God louder than fear.

I believe in the rising, the body made new,

Bones clothed with glory, flesh shining through.

The trumpet will sound, the grave will release,

The dead will awaken in radiant peace.

No sickness, no sorrow, no tears left to cry,

The sting of the grave forever will die.

The last enemy crushed, the last shadow gone,

The children of God forever live on.

And I believe in the life that won’t end,

Forever with Christ, Redeemer, Friend.

Eternal horizon, no dusk, no dawn,

A Kingdom unshaken, forever strong.

And I, redeemed, will stand in that place,

Clothed in His mercy, warmed by His face.

This is my creed, my anthem, my song,

The outlaw’s confession where I belong.

~ by Jeff Callaway

Texas Outlaw Poet

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