It’s never been my wisdom
That’s been needed in this world, But simply my surrender to your ways. When you taught upon the mount, You countered every lie of self-sufficiency I have mustered and held up as a god. When you fed me and the thousands, Who took and ate without question, You taught as one with authority And we sat and pondered in awe. So why is it so hard to take you at your word? It has been proven here in my stomach today, It has worked its way into the sinews of my heart, It has caused my spirit to look past into eternal things, And you are real as day before me, teaching, Feeding, giving thanks, making silly faces at the children, Are you the king I’ve longed for? You spent so much time making sure all were fed. You didn’t send any away when we came to you empty. Are you the king I’ve longed for? Your clothes are travel-worn, Your heart is more tender toward the hungry Than anyone I’ve seen. We came to you, so you fed us, You fed us the real thing. Bread and fish And yourself, present with us, unashamed of lack. Are you the king I’ve longed for? King among the least of these, among, And listening. I’ve noticed that about you, You listen before you speak. Comments are closed.
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