Son

In the beginning, creation
the Godhead together,
triune and one, together
after the fall, covenants
to save the people, the law;
But beyond human ability.
A Messiah, a savior.
The son, God incarnate
moving, walking among us
living light, flowing water,
bread of life, agent of grace
the pure, the divine, the lamb
sacrificing for all, in utter humility
Submitting to the jeers, to
the whip, the thorns,
the cross, the grave.
All for you, for me.
Our brother, Easter morn’
rising, once more
to his holy throne.
Until he comes once more.

January 29, 2009

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