He comes to overturn
The tables of our dealing,
With ruthless, ruthless grace
Devoid of proper feeling.
He comes to strike undone
Our comfy compromises,
Allowance for the times,
And cunning mind-devices.
He comes to manifest
This kingdom of his Being;
To rip our blinkers off
And show us what we’re seeing.
He comes to challenge all
Our easy ways of living;
Call us to costly love
And drown us with forgiving.
He comes to liberate
From all false sacrifice.
The love, his love, is free,
And his the given life.
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