Friday, May 1, 2015

God in Gethsemane


God in Gethsemane.

your aching spirit clothed in flesh,
your burning heart in mine. 
of all the other gods out there…
not one is like you. 
A god who doesn’t sit on high on olympus,
a god who doesn’t have many arms to be self sufficient.
A god who doesn’t have a permanent smile on his face.
but when I see the cross
I see a man
a man dying
claiming to be God himself. 
claiming to be the only truth.
why would you stoop so low?
you did not see your holiness and name to be something to be held onto, but to be given away.
your very life to be given to death for my sake. 

who is like you?