True Follower

To understand a starving soul
To follow gentle prodding
To be compassionate to a man
To reach past a reputation
To be a true child of the lamb

That wolf in white, innocent apparel
That breaks through and steals
That hard hearted man full of hate
That never shows Christ’s love
That shows himself by his cruel works

Let us be true children of the Lord
Let us help the dying world
Let us show hope to the hopeless
Let us feed the weary man
Let us be the shining light in bleakness

Christ,

wounded,

bloodied.

The face of Love,

marred.

Sweat and dust

mixing with the blood,

that He is spilling

from His heart.

The heart of God.

Where is the glory?

Why tears?

Where is the gold crown?

Why is this fear?

Why do I see Him crashing down?

Where is the triumph?

Where is the throne?

Who can save Him?

Why is He alone?

My love isn't enough.

My heart is quaking.