How can I hide
My brokenness from you
When you come to me
With nail scarred hands
And a pierced side,
When the thorn shaped scars
Still speak from your brow,
And your back bears marks of
Humanities vicious cruelty?
How can I fear your gaze
When love showed itself so powerfully
That it did not, could not hold you
From giving all for all?
So I come, broken, bruised, and scarred,
By life, and at my own hands,
I want to fall at your feet,
But you lift me
And hold me in a tender embrace....
