The New Birth

Why don’t they understand?
I remember Nicodemus

We must have eyes to see
We must have ears to hear

Hearts captivated by idols
Become stone

The heart of flesh hurts
But the pain is living

The perfect one wept blood
The God-man felt forsaken

Battling deception
Betrayed

Why would I expect following him
To lead anywhere else?

We are poor royalty
Comforted mourners
Humble inheritors

Our parched mouths always
Find deep wells and flowing streams
Our rumbling stomachs
Will be satiated

Mercy and peace are ours
In the midst of oppression

The road to Golgotha
Leads to a cross
But the cross leads
To an empty tomb

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