broken

 

He was supreme in the beginning and—leading the resurrection parade—he is supreme in the end. From beginning to end he’s there, towering far above everything, everyone. So spacious is he, so roomy, that everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding. Not only that, but all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe—people and things, animals and atoms—get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of his death, his blood that poured down from the cross. 

 

Colossians 1:18-20 (The Message)

 

 

Because he is

 

The dislocated

And discarded debris

Of brokenness

Will be mended

 

The unyielding

Brittle dreams

Of once treasured wonder

Will yet enthral

 

The displaced

And dispossessed

The destitute and the deserted

Will be welcomed

 

The barren landscape

Sown with blood

And mined with hatred

Will bloom once more

 

All that is cracked

Crushed and crippled

Distorted, damaged and distressed

Will dance again

 

Because he is

 

written by Chris Matthews

 

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