I want the power
the Chance to do
life my way,
Yet no matter
how high I climb
how strong I feel
how much I manipulate controls
how much I persuade,
it is all really ashes
dust in the mouth-
the taste of death.

Jesus
knelt in the dirt
took the cloth
and washed tired feet
the dirt of his disciples
friends he was growing
to become the new church,
dust to dust
the taste of death cleansed
waterfalled by the living water.

And Jesus
who left the high dimensions
became a vulnerable human,
walked through the pains
the jeers, the celebrations
the laughter, the serving of others
walked, stumbled
His cross too heavy to bear,
could have in an instant
chosen from heaven’s power 
release from His choice,
but allowed iron nails 
to be driven into His destiny,
raised cross high
on the hill of dusty rock
The servant King
willing to encounter the ashes-
the taste of destruction.

And the mouth
of hell Swelled
consumed purity 
in ashes of death,
And swallowed 
the body of Christ,
The annihilation of God’s promise
And yelled, “Death”
Thunder crashed
earthquakes split,
the holy temple curtain 
ripped top to bottom,
And Hell and earth
spun in the dark
with no idea
of the coming power.

Three days, nights
Russian roulette
barrel in the mouth
the Chamber spinning
with Death.

And with dawn’s
Sunshine softness,
with birds and awakening
with breakfast and dreams finished
Another earthquake rumbled, 
angels appeared
fearful guards stumbled back
from a heavy rolling tomb stone
and Jesus simply rose
the bread of life rose,
the rose of Sharon bloomed, 
the servant king was risen, alive
and Jesus simply walked out
into history and future
into million of lives,
Jesus simply talked
close times with friends
Jesus walked
on roads beside disciples
who didn’t recognize him,
Jesus walked life
into a world of death
bringing heaven down,
Jesus called a church
to shake off the dust
to carry love and honor
to enjoy living with hope
to go and make disciples.

Starting Thoughts: Jesus in His death and resurrection has brought heaven to earth, shown the nature of Servant King, power in a humble human form.
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