Becoming
Blood on the alter
sprinkled on the people
their hair, their eyes, their clothes
until in time
the Word laid down
inside the bloody womb
As You languished there
becoming flesh
did you ask yourself,
Is this what it feels like to be them?
Toil in the realm
of straw and dust
deal, endure, and clean up the mess
When You were frustrated did you ask yourself,
Is this what it feels like to be them?
On the cross, blood
ran into your eyes like sweat
As You languished there
becoming death
becoming what’s wrong
in each of us
Did you ask yourself,
Is this is what it feels like to be them?
It is Your blood now
sprinkled on our hearts
as white as snow
our hair, our eyes, our clothes
We ask to pronounce your Name
you say,
You are just becoming
holy, holy, holy
will do for now
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