You stand there, Lord, looking small, forlorn
Before the haughty Roman judge,
Beneath the twisted crown of thorn
Bloody and beaten, Your face a smudge
Ecce Homo!
Looking at the gathered crowd
As You lift your bloodied head
You see them crying, hungry, loud
longing to see You dead.
Ecce Homo!
No self-pity touches you there,
Standing beaten, carrier of sin,
But love and grief at what you bear,
To save their souls within.
Ecce Homo!
What depth of care under bloody crown
Shows softly in your eyes,
Not cry or blow or anger's frown
Can hide the love that within you lies.
Ecce Homo!
Lord, I am not worthy to meet your eyes,
The love that lingers there for me
Have I not, like Peter, told my lies,
Then longed to hide where you could not see?
Ecce Homo!
Or like Judas, have I not betrayed you?
Reached out my hand for some fool's gold
In the dark of my heart, by what I chose to do,
With love grown empty, life grown cold.
Ecce Homo!
And yet here you stand with loving heart
pouring yourself out like a drink offering,
letting the cup be drained, your death the start
of an undeserved rebirth, a unexpected spring.
Ecce Homo!
Help me to know the truth you show,
The ways of love deeper than the sea,
God's gift of life that I might grow
Into the child you want me to be.
Ecce Homo!
BTTT
Amen KAC,
Behold the Man.
I got goosebumps in that reading. What Glory is in there! Thank You, Lord and Giver, Distributer of Gifts and Father of the Children, for our Knitting's great gift of song. You are magnified, shed abroad, glorified, seen, heard, in her tellings. Thank You that this is so in Jesus Christ, in Whom she lives and moves and has her being, amen.
Amen, Knitting A Conundrum.