He placed himself
into our hands
becoming nothing,
and yet in him
the whole world,
no, the universe
hangs together…
He walked
dusty roads,
experienced skinned knees
and work
roughened palms,
he taught,
and led and fed
five thousand...
He drew crowds,
performed miracles,
brought sight
to the blind,
healing to the
broken-hearted,
all power was
within his grasp…
But he gave
himself up,
was brought lower
than the lowest
that we might be
raised
to be
with him…
He was spat on,
despised,
rejected
and brutalised,
smashed and splintered…
All this for you,
all this for me,
This is grace
in action..
…do we have eyes
to see it?
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