here....

i am here,

on your streets,

in the battered,

the bruised,

the abused, the neglected,

and downtrodden,

i am here,

i am here

where

you can see me

in the prostitutes eyes,

and the drunks downcast gaze,

i am here,

in the helpless

and the hopeless,

in the vulnerable,

in the discounted ones,

i am here,

and i am here

with you, and for you,

to strengthen

and to guide you,

to give you

eyes to see me

in the lovely and unlovely,

and ears to hear

my voice

through songs of praise

and cries of pain,

i am here,

and i love you,

through the love

that calls for love's sake,

where the broken

meet

with healing

i am here

 

So let's go outside, where Jesus is, where the action is—not trying to be privileged insiders, but taking our share in the abuse of Jesus. This "insider world" is not our home. We have our eyes peeled for the City about to come. Let's take our place outside with Jesus, no longer pouring out the sacrificial blood of animals but pouring out sacrificial praises from our lips to God in Jesus name.

Hebrews 13: 13-15