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Jesus, You are the most handsome of the sons of men
because you speak grace and truth
not flattery.

You’re not cruel.

Might and splendor and majesty are in the way you walk.
Bending at the knee down to my
dirty feet
where you wash me clean.

You don’t ride out using your power to protect your position
-though you have every right.
You ride out for truth in meekness- in your rightness-
to save me!

Your arrow struck me
I was your enemy
My heart quivered
I fell to my knees
But you lifted me up

“Come with me daughter”
Your eyes healed my pierced
and hardened heart.
You made it new and tender

I can smile now
in fact
I can laugh when I remember that act.
Every approach I make
to feast at your table
meek with bread and wine
making me able.