Come and See

The Descent

He came down.

Not carried in on a throne, not announced by armies,
He came down through a girl's tired body into a feeding trough,
God with hay in His hair,
the One who spun the stars now learning to breathe our air.
He didn't come to be served. He came down.

How He Loved

And watch who He walked toward.

Watch Him cross the road everybody else was crossing to avoid.
The leper, the one whose own mother stopped hugging him years ago,
and Jesus doesn't flinch, doesn't cover His mouth,
He reaches out His hand and He touches him.
Touches him. The first skin that man has felt in a decade, and it's the hand of God.

Watch Him sit down at the well at noon
with the woman who comes at noon so nobody sees her,
five husbands deep in shame,
and He doesn't lecture her, He asks her for a drink.
He lets her give Him something.
That's how He heals a heart. He hands it back its dignity first.

His Heart

He was moved.

That's the word they keep using, moved,
moved in the gut, the kind of compassion that doubles you over,
He saw the crowds like sheep with no shepherd and something in Him broke.
He wept at a grave He knew He was about to open.
He wept anyway.
Because your pain was never beneath His notice. Your pain moved God.

The Real Fight

And don't mistake the gentleness for weakness.

There was a war on, and He knew exactly who He was fighting.
Not the tax collector. Not the prostitute. Not you.
He went into the wilderness and let hell take its best shot,
forty days empty, and He answered every lie with, It is written.
He walked into the storm the enemy stirred up and said, Peace. Be still,
and the wind sat down like a dog that finally heard its master.
He never once raised His hand against the broken.
He raised it against the thing that broke them.

The Exchange

And then He did the thing no one saw coming.

He picked up the bill.
Every wrong you buried, every night you can't take back,
He walked to a hill with your name on His shoulders
and He let them nail the innocence to the guilt.
He could have called it off. Legions were waiting.
He stayed. Not because the nails could hold Him.
Because love did.

Finished

And with the last of His air He didn't say, I quit.
He said,
It is finished. Paid. Sealed. Done.
And three days later the grave found out it was never strong enough to keep Him.