‘What kind of clown is this
[esvbible reference=”John 1:14″ header=”on” format=”tooltip” ]who came into our tent[/esvbible],
made home of it,
and played his games
among us?
What kind of clown who
speaks such foolishness to us,- to
-‘laugh when we would mourn,
-let go what we would grasp,
-to love whom we would hate!’
Enough of him!
Be out with him!
Let’s get the best of him!
What kind of clown is this?
We’ll show him, now.
We’ll strip him of his Name,
-‘the One Who Came’-
We’ll listen to his talk,
then laugh at him.
The more of foolishness we hear,
the more we roll in ridicule,
until we writhe ourselves into a
crown,-
rejecting crown-
of him.
Still he hangs on,
– this Clown upon his cross-
the One we have opinioned to
the Wood.
What have we done?
What does his silence say-
of us?
‘Neither do I condemn you’
heard again.
And now we come, once more
and ask our lives:
What kind of Clown we see,-
not Him,
but We?
