He who could not lie
became a man
where that temptation
could reach Him
He who could not die
became a man
subject to death
His immortality
took on mortality
so that I might take hold of His
He who knew no sin
became sin’s offering
so that I might live beyond it
Not proven
but given
Not forced
but found
He asks not
that I explain Him
only that I come
believing
that He is
And so I come—
not with answers
but with hunger
not with certainty
but with trust
I bring
what I have been
and lay it
against what He is
My questions
do not disqualify me
they lead me
My doubts
do not dismiss Him
they drive me
For something in me
recognizes something in Him
not by sight
but by knowing
And I find—
He is not diminished
by my inability to prove Him
nor strengthened
by my ability to defend Him
He simply is
And in that
I rest
Not because
I have solved Him
but because
I have found Him
faithful
© Ron Simpson Jr.
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