Feet that walk in Garden cool, Stride atop tempestuous seas. Voice that speaks creation’s all. Hands smear clay – a blind man sees. Weary head on pillow stone, Laughing eyes in knowing love, Jordan’s droplets in his hair Spirit-kissed by heaven's dove.
Borrowed flesh paid debts not owed; Shattered torso, hands and feet. Sovereign. Savior. Servant. Friend. Your breath in me. My soul complete.