Christ Bought

This life takes great care,
Standing tall on a spire,
A balancing act,
Like a bird on a wire.

Let go if you dare,
Plunge down to the mire,
But claw your way back,
Belting like the town crier.

Climb back and you stare,
Having now reached much higher,
Yet another attack,
Caught in the crossfire.

When you think you're all square,
Giving what was required,
His plan still intact,
Cast your soul in the fire.

Your soul needs repair,
Salvations supplier,
The Word not abstract.
Your sin, Christ the buyer.