An Epiphany poem

Behold the King of glory–

His is not a story that ends in death,
For in His death, Death died
And on the third day no grave could contain Him
He is more alive than life itself because He is life

He is no tame lion
He cannot be caged by culture or category
He is not safe but He is good

He is Lamb, life laid down willingly
He is not the dragon’s victim
He defeated death from the inside out

He is both priest and sacrifice
Both king and servant
Both temple and presence in it

He is
He is

He is

And He is with us in bread and wine
In the body and blood of His broken vessels
The bride He chose before time drew its first breath

He is here

So come taste and see
His glory and His grace
His kindness and His kingdom

Come behold


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