This month I call you Saviour.
Mostly, instinctively, I tend to call to you
as my Lord-God and Father.
Typically these are the names I call to mind at early dawn.
But this month you are 'Saviour'
as I become more acutely drawn to my need
to call on your saving grace
to draw on your sacrificial willingness
to cast off the trappings wrapped up with heavenly glory
to embrace the blood and the mess
that comes with small town nativity
and ultimately with betrayal in the big lonely city.
This month I address my prayers and my Hosannas
to you, my loving, risen Saviour.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
This month I call you Saviour.
Mostly, instinctively, I tend to call to you
as my Lord-God and Father.
Typically these are the names I call to mind at early dawn.
But this month you are 'Saviour'
as I become more acutely drawn to my need
to call on your saving grace
to draw on your sacrificial willingness
to cast off the trappings wrapped up with heavenly glory
to embrace the blood and the mess
that comes with small town nativity
and ultimately with betrayal in the big lonely city.
This month I address my prayers and my Hosannas
to you, my loving, risen Saviour.
A tweak to a Christmas poem
