What kind of King comes as a baby?
Birthed through fiery ring and into a stable for animals like us.
What kind of King comes to give sight to the blind?
To heal the lepar, the demon possessed, the greedy, the lost.
What kind of King holds truth and justice in His hands?
Weighing righteousness and whipping market place crooks.
What kind of King shows love by straddling a cross for spikes through the achilles tendon?
Hands pierced by nails, side pierced with the sword, ears pierced by mocking jeers.
Cheers to You.
What kind of King endures that kind of humiliation?
The Creator of the tree and the thorns and...us.
He. Hung. Naked.
What kind of King beckons our hearts?
To acknowledge that we are animals in a stable born.
What kind of King offers us gifts?
Though we held the hammer.
Those jeers, our own.
What kind of King says, "Believe in Me and live."
Live now, live forever, live full.