Famished

He was hungry, so very hungry
no food, no drink, nothing
for forty days, forty long hot nights
in the wilderness, the desert
living alone, in the wilderness,
facing the demons, the devil,
the tempter by his side,
offering him another way
a different path, the human answer
seeking what he needs,
human desire, basic wants
serving himself, oh so easy
How easy it would be
stepping down from the cross,
walking away from the journey to come
the three years of ministry, of mission
reaching out to a blind,
a deaf, a dumb world
knowing already the failure
the walled off hearts
the pain, the persecution,
the death, he faced
How hard to deny the hunger,
the thirst, to fight
the urge,
to turn the stone
into common bread


February 28, 2007 14:45
Luke 4:1-13


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