Intercessor

I was looking at my hands

You said they would heal

I looked up,

And you were standing before me

Stretching out your hands

Still covered in blood

As you took mine in yours

The blood flowing between us began to speak.

It spoke of the open wound

You still bear in your side

It spoke of love being poured out

Still

It spoke of not asking to be washed away

Until everyone is washed.

The crown on your head

It wavered between gold and thorns

You are the triumphant King

And the sacrificial Lamb

You bear the highest Name

And the marks of your intercession

I began to feel the tension between

Bearing scars for others

And protecting my own skin

You let others put their hands inside of You

If it helped them to believe

Help me to reach that far.