It’s OK to have black pants with a red tie,
It’s OK to crawl and scream out, ADONAI!
It’s OK to be held and yell out God’s Name.
It’s OK because He’s felt the same.
He’s been betrayed, bruised and cast aside.
At His lowest He was thrice denied.
He was counted among the poor, lost and broken.
As He hung on the Cross, His Life our Token.
To the one criminal who cursed God and died,
And the other who was with Him in Paradise.
Ages have passed and nothing’s changed,
Some still choose to curse His Name.
But sister nightbirde whispered in my ear,
“God’s on the bathroom floor, and to the broken draws near.”
In memory of nightbirde and inspired by my recent 72 hour hospital stay.