Entering In
Entering
In
Jesus
interceding,
Entering
into our pain,
Ever
before the father pleading,
For
those who belong to him.
Our
suffering he has touched, tasted and seen,
Tempted
and Tried.
Rejected
by foe, friend, and all
Whipped,
spit on and pierced in his side,
In
death, bridging the gap, restoring as before the fall.
We
too now to enter into,
Not
passively praying,
But
actively engaging for the healing to come through.
Moving
out from our own pain and junk,
Not
just looking past it,
Nor
pushing down into the deep,
But
dredging the bottom of the basket,
Offering
it up in a sacrifice of praise.
Taking
time with the savior
Until
we exit with a new gaze.
Eyes
that see the need all around,
Interceding
by co- laboring.
On
mission with God, where healing is found.
Entering
in as if the son still resided,
Entering
into another’s need
By
way of the spirits guidance,
Through
love and sacrificial acts of kindness.
Entering
in, no longer judging or standing by
But
one who does battle and comes along side.
Our
ashes being used as nitrogen to nourish.
Our
identity with Christ enmeshed.
No
longer held captive by sin,
But
now in freedom we enter in.
With
courage and love,
Poured
down from above.
A
cross bearing, entering in,
Where
the hopeless and hurting become kin.
Not
as hero to the drowned,
But
as the lost helping each other to become sound,
Nor
seeking jewels for a crown,
But
entering with power that knows no bounds.