Entering in

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.

Jesus has experienced everywhere we have been,

Rejected by foe, friend, and all

Whipped, spit on and pierced in his side,

In death, bridging the gap, restoring as before the fall.

Entering in so we may take part.

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.

Entering by blood, spirit, and flesh,

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.