My Ambition

Vulnerable, fleshly and soft

Eternal, everlasting, ever-present

Rubbing shoulders, breathing filthy air, hearing and seeing much worse

He who wept, yelled and rightfully called their bluff

He whose feet were dirty but heart and hands supremely clean

He who loved both Rahab and Ruth without reserve

He who embraced the woman waiting to be stoned and the thirsty one at the well

He who saw the poverty of the rich and the wealth of the broke and broken

Whose eyes still see through the trappings money buys 

And pierces the heart with His word, breaking the strong, strengthening the broken

He who mourned on bended knees wondering if there was another way

Sad to leave us behind yet yielding in full assurance 

That what He gave would multiply and feed the hungry

He went, He was broken, He suffered unjustly, He perished

Abba looked away in grief

With His body broken, He was completely free

He woke up and went home

He made His home in me when I said “yes”

He is there, He is here, He is with anyone who lets Him in 

He is my Source, my Hope, my Power, my Reason, my Ambition

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,

To proclaim liberty to captives

And freedom to prisoners; 

(Isaiah 61:1 & Luke 4:18)