On This Rock

Poem
Written By Matt Antis

Fight counting sheep
Weak, sleep I seek
Savior weeps
Shedding fear

Eyes flicker shut
Savior stirs me
Wake
Up

Raise a soulish cry
lullaby, lullaby
Defenselessly prone
Before the first crow, alone

It is finished
Reinstated
Feed the sheep
Elevated

Ready and waiting
Purify, chasten
Baptize by fire
Fingers tremble on the cup

When I drink you don’t forsake
Pain means sing your grace
You drank this cup?
My thankful heart erupts

With your blood, Jesus
No separation
Your kingdom come
What celebration

With hope of the final transformation

Copyright © 2022 by Matt Antis. Published in Reader’s Guild: Poetry on October 26th, 2022, by Ink Jot Kingdom.

Matt Antis

Matt Antis creates online as a freelance writer and novelist who formerly lived as a serial small-business entrepreneur. His life’s goal is to share knowledge, encourage, and challenge others through a coach-student relationship.

An unexpected deployment with the Army in 2009 halted his scholastic achievement, but! He learned the bulk of business in the proverbial trench elbow to elbow with a team of professionals who he is forever grateful for.

When he’s not being a husband, dad, shooting his bow or training parkour, you can find him teaching Sunday school, advising parkour gyms, writing for inkjotkingdom.com and his wife’s children’s book website, whitneyantis.com.

https://inkjotkingdom.com
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