There is one thing

That resets me

It turns me off and on again

One thing

That can jolt me out of sinful stupor

Piercing the black crust around my heart

It is You

The life you lived

The death you died

Your gritted teeth

Your soft eyes

Your hands stretched out

With holes through them

Your body, limp from lack of blood

All of it poured out for me

The greatest act in history

Eternally relevant

Everlastingly potent

The day God died for men.