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)