A 'Christ' David was, well-oiled of God. A 'Christ' each prophet was, Anointed-Sent to bring a people home. The 'Christ' long-waited for, and oiled with perfume rare: of Mary Son, Jesus, Nazarene, Spirit-filled and Sent - 'My Word!' Rabbi poor with sinners banqueting ridiculed as accursed of God. Son of the Most High lies low upon the hard earth of God's Garden, Gethsemane Lowly One High on a cross Risen One from darkness out of cold in the waters of birthing bursting forth, seed sown deeply wide in hearts of many ears. This Christ drives taxis fills bag at checkout faxes notes makes tea reads screens thins turnips. This Christ digger of trenches pilot of planes reading for exams: This Christ protesting abuse of power games of faith feet untouched: This Christ is dancing width of mercy netfull of sinfull, feminine of God: This Christ is broken side by side one book two cups many mansions bridges broken and rebuilt, stone by painful stone: One Christ however parted. Now Christ in Davids, multiplied today, still in prophets, still the Master washing feet, still at checkout... My Word!.......made flesh... Who? Me ?
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