How nice of you to drop by.
I wasn’t expecting you.
I hear the sound of a baby’s cry
And the bleating of stable animals.
But, no matter.
Come on in.
I’m sorry, I’ve nothing prepared.
Life is busy. You know how it is.
Can we get personal?
You don’t mind, do you?
Cuz, I’m a bit surprised.
Was this your plan
With all your power
To enter in this mess
Helpless and completely at our mercy?
Yes, it was?
Was this your plan
To form a band of rag tag nobodies
Confer on them a mission and an other-wordly kingdom
Placing all possibility of success squarely on their wobbly shoulders?
Let me guess, the answer, yet again, is yes?
Was this your plan to end up nailed, spiked through hands and feet, to weathered stakes of wood
In front of all of those you healed who thought you were the one to free them?
You have my rapt attention.
To breathe your last and pass from heaven into hell
And, then, to rise again, ascend to sit at God’s right hand,
To make your home with us where you will reign forevermore?
A resounding affirmation
Oh, yes, there’s no mistake, no lapse in judgement, but celestial wisdom.
Oh, I didn’t know, I didn’t see, I didn’t understand.
The tears they blind my eyes.
You came to live with us, with me!
I bow my head.
I get down humbly on one knee
And offer up my heart, my life.
It’s all I have to give.
You lift me up and hold me for a time.
Then we let go, but still I feel aglow.
I’ll show you to your room.
Feature image graciously provided by Άννα Καράκοντη (@anna_karakonti) on Instagram.
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