We know His voice.
We walk His path.
We cry His tears.
Reaching out
our hands,
we take the nails.
As His body, we share His heart to love and to be broken for love
because Life—like blood and water—gush out from pierced sides.
By His stripes, we are healed; & by our wounds, others are made whole.
On a mountain
He broke bread
to feed the hungry
before becoming
the Bread broken,
lifted up
to fill our empty souls.
“Fear not,” He says,
for though we are His body
now broken,
we will be His body
glorified soon.
And even now
as His body,
we are washed,
nourished,
cherished,
Beloved.