Not racing, running
not running away either
journeying to the cross
all these days of Lent
Moving from his ministry
healing the sick, the hurting
setting the captives free
from their pain, their bondage
Seeing his visage change
his decision to turn
his face to Jerusalem
training the disciples,
that they would come along
Focused on the center
the place of power in his land
the city of David corrupted
false piety, righteous demands
Going into the city
overturning their tables
the money-changer
chased from God’s house
The last meal,
new words of covenant
giving his body, his blood
that we would live again
Trials and suffering
shame heaped on the lamb
our sin taken up his head
carried to Calvary
Choosing the way of the cross
climbing the timbers bare
dying that we may live
crying out to God
March 9, 2010
Season of Lent
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