By blood and flesh
By blood and flesh, our Liberator
was bound every step,
His superbly draped coat thrown
over delicate heartbeat and fragile bones
yet also by invisible fetters,
inviolate parameters
of His task and duty,
His sacred function and mission
from which He could not stray an inch.
A casual moment, a whimsical gesture,
not a frolic, a whit, a whirl,
but every move ordained
and subservient to the purpose
for which He entered the fray.
O child of God, the great freedom comes
with surrendering to Who you really are.
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