Come, Holy One

 Come,  Holy One, 

     if You dare,

       to walk here,

         with bare feet

           on cold ground

            full of thorns,

all waiting for You.

Come, Gracious One,

     if You must, 

       for the sake

         of divine love,

           unrelenting grace,

            so greatly needed

by us, the waiting ones.

Come, Bold One,

    if You will,

      to deep darkness,

       the waiting womb,

         the stone cold tomb   

           made for another,

bu ready now for You.

Come, Raised Up One,

     for one last look,

      from the wooden cross,

       then, the glorious sky

         at those who are here, 

          listening for a name, 

a call to come Home with You.