He is the one who comes
Into our darkest place
Not with transcendent light
But with an aching grace.
He is the one who comes
Into our tearless pain
And, in that numb, stark place
Wakes us to life again.
He is the one who comes
When no Hosannas ring
With one pure chiming note
Teaching us how to sing.
He is the one who comes
Softer than a caress
Touching our gaping wounds
With his own wounds that bless.
He is the one who comes
Lifting up all we are
Bearing us all the way
Unto the morning star.
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