it was scarlet

it hung in silence,
dangling there alone.
shouts rose loud around it,
chaos filled the air.
people scattered, gathered.

it hung alone,
ready to rescue.
it dangled quietly,
waiting to be looked upon for salvation.

it was simple,
it was life for those clinging to it.

there, against the walls of toppling Jericho, Rahab's rope hung as the reminder,
the one thing offering hope,
the one thing that would save her, her family.
and it did.

and it was scarlet.

He hung in silence,
dangling there alone.
shouts rose loud around Him,
chaos filled the air.
people scattered, gathered.

He hung alone,
ready to rescue.
He dangled quietly,
waiting to be looked upon for salvation.

He was simple,
He was life for those clinging to Him.

there, against the walls of sin and darkness, Jesus hung as the Redeemer,
the One offering hope,
the One Who would save those who believed.
and He did.
and He does.

and His blood flowed scarlet.