Broken-down,
trampled over,
weeping.
Alone,
heart-broken,
spat upon.
Does this make a King?
Spending himself freely on all
who came to him.
Present to all the hundreds
who pressed in to him,
wanting his healing,
his teaching,
or even just to look into his eyes.
Obedient to his Father’s plan,
because he knew it was the only way.
Victorious in his diving
in to the deepest darkness for us,
making a way for all of humanity
to live at peace.
Now King,
above and beyond,
before all
and after all.
King, in all the ways we hadn’t known
to look for you.
King in the quietest and loudest of ways.