And so the journey
To the cross begins with
You climb not on a
War horse, but an
Animal of peace. But really?
A donkey? This isn’t
What I expected. A god made in my image
Would win the war and save us all.
Ugh. Turn over this table
In my heart—disappointments, not
Meeting my expectations of You.
Disrupt wherever I hold fast to
Cheap imitation truths.
Take out the garbage—anything
Not from You.
Kill it on a cross, like I
Did to You, and will do again this Friday.
Break me, make me
To be what You expect from me.
Hosanna! God save me from
You know I can’t do it on my own,
Even though I never stop trying.
David K. Carpenter
March 28, 2021
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