I need a cross with Jesus on it
Suspended, silent, suffering there
All agency given up and over
Hands and feet pierced and bound
Head bowed, humble, resolute
For my crucifixion is ongoing.
I can’t abide the polished ones
Hanging empty, sterile, lifeless.
I need the pulsing, breathing, bleeding One
To fix my eyes upon.
I am in fellowship with Suffering!
My body, too, is Center
Of some great contest
A point, the origin, uniting all opposites
Arms horizontal, bearing others in
Body vertical, bringing all to God
The mind in Heaven
The feet in Hell.
Someday He’ll take me down from here;
He'll give me leave to me come all the way
Receive my spirit
Bury me
And wrap me up into Him!
Then my cross will be of gold
And very small
And altogether separate from my flesh.
To my hands stretched out
From His hands He gives me to hold
A bright token of remembrance;
He gives me to wear a glory universal
To demonstrate this Particular Love
We will have now shared.
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