And it’s a broken hallelujah
that this world cries
I continue to breathe shallow & frail and hope, hope for a better world.
For a world where that brokenness increasingly finds an answer
In the hope of the light of the world.
It’s overwhelming how the darkness consumes over this rounded sphere
and I am always brought to the darkness of the hour when the Father turned his face.
And broke the soul of the Son, severing the eternal bond as justice
gave the stroke called upon this whole broken and feeble world.
And on those shoulders broken by sin, those bones that didn’t need to break
but the body that did
was the heaving wail of humanity helpless to find a way
to be whole again
but for what only Perfection could do.
And I look at all that can be so hard to face when the broken lives
touch my own
And I look at what my kids may face in a world of increasingly pronounced
fissures and I remember
the broken bread that we shared in our own
simple way last night.
The lights of understanding dawning brighter on their little, tender faces
and oh how we pray reaching to their heart. their soul.
The tears that slipped these eyes reading from this book
about Golgotha, the Golgota as translated in but this lonely way in the
language of this new home.
As I held the daughter of my heart tight and felt her still
and looked at the mirrored tears of a son who so very much
wants to draw close to us, to God. The bent knees on stair
tops that thank Jesus for His death, for what he’s done
for what their little hearts can yet see about the shattered
selves they cannot fix without the shattered heart of God
coming in and covering and
in the darkness bearing a hope that
will surely shine again and heal and clean and
Till the whole world hears and may the generation we raise live to see the day and stop at nothing to make it so…
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