As we enter into the winter of our discontent
the Son of God rides into Jerusalem on the
back of a donkey that was wild; until he felt
the touch of the Christ child grown. Like the
unridden,
but bidden that we are, to be broken in
by the gentle touch of hands that were
bound and nailed to a tree, its life given as
he wove its beauty long ago, by a soft smile
that was whipped into screams, as he fought
for hope in life rather than in death, crushed
for an unwilling world.
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Untie us Lord and lead us
to the wells of the water of life, guide us through
this frightened and fearful world of violence,
rape, plunder, poverty, starvation, tyranny and
tribulation, to where we can rest in those loving
wounded hands, see the love in your smile and
know you are walking each step with us and will
weep with us, will right wrongs through us and
help us heal the hopelessness of our hearts cry.
