the word made flesh

I wrote this poem a few weeks ago, inspired by Ken Gire's Intense Moments with the Savior: Learning to Feel. 





The Word made flesh
And in that flesh
Disdained and shamed before your birth
A bastard child, 
Must be defiled, 
Yet come in flesh like me




The Word made flesh
And in that flesh 
Growing teeth and hair and smiles 
The God of all
You learned to crawl 
Begun in flesh like me




The Word made flesh
And in that flesh
Your hopes and dreams and calling sought
A healing hand,
A clear command,
Given in flesh like me




The Word made flesh
And in that flesh
The heart of God etched on your face
The grieving tears, 
Gethsemane fears, 
Felt in your flesh like me




The Word made flesh
And in that flesh
I hear the snap of a jagged whip
Tears you apart
Just like your heart 
Now made of flesh like me




The Word made flesh
And in that flesh 
You chose to die in agony
The nails and thorn
Are why you were born
To die in flesh like me




The Word made flesh
And in that flesh
You opened up your grave and left
Forever raised
You paved the way
For life in flesh like me




The Word made flesh 
And in that flesh
Such unexpected depths of love
All hope in this
The life you lived 
My God in flesh like me