The Cutting of Sodom’s Vine

Poisoned by the paternal past
Void of power to venom cast

Vacant urge to sway its course
Nor knew reason for remorse

Rancor brought to depths of woe
Deceitful heart was tempered so

Held no counsel with hearing ear
Wisdom kept from drawing near

Ever drinking tainted wine
Flowing forth from Sodom’s vine

Consumed within and dying sure
A hopeless soul without a cure

Guilty verdict and judgment due
Wrath awaited its final cue

But mercy mapped a different deal
With sovereign plan to bruise His heal

Penalty paid with costly crown
Given freely by God Sent Down

Futility from the cursed line
Was broken at perfected time

Transfused with blood clean and right
Darkened eyes gave way to sight

Nothing earned but by sheer grace
Was given view with unveiled face

Ever drinking a new found wine
Flowing forth from heaven’s Vine