Lean In
When the 40 desert days drew to a close,
And Your empty, worn down body cried,
“Seek comfort!” “You deserve it!”
My Lord, what did You do? Lean in. That agonizing night, knowing what dawn would bring,
When Your being, dripping with sweaty blood cried out,
“Avoid pain!” “You don’t deserve to suffer!”
My Lord, what did You do? Lean in. On that terrible Friday we call good,
When Your humanity screamed,
“Give up!” “They don’t deserve it!”
Resolutely embracing the rough,
