John Piper's latest poem, "Calvary Love."
He held the world between his thumb and finger
like a tender grape.
And when the spike was driven through his hand,
his muscles flinched with world-creating force,
and crimson wine dripped from his fingertips.
But with omnipotent resolve
he neither dropped nor crushed his grape.
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