Permission.
Since we are small,
we’re taught to ask permission
to being noticed
to be heard.
But because of Christ’s sacrifice
we no longer need permission.
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We have full access to your beauty.
Your glory.
Your goodness.
The Maker of all things notices us,
hears us,
beckons to us from on High.
Granted from eternity past,
the Trinity breathed permission over humanity
with His last agonized exhale.
Permission to enter the gates of heaven.
Permission to experience life abundant.
Permission to feel the scarred hand of Christ
wipe the last tear from your cheek as you kneel,
laying down your crown.
Permission, instead of a demand,
is now a gift.
 
This poem was written in 5 minutes based on the prompt, Permission. You can read more interpretations at Five Minute Friday