Dignity

What dignity imbued

By that final sacrifice

The veil torn

Allowing our simple words

Raw emotions and feeble prayers

To be presented to the King

As though he had time only for us.

In a day when power

Prestige class and caste

Divided and seperated

(Has anything changed?)

Dignity and worth were transferred

With the cry

It is finished.

Now we are born

With this naive confidence

That we can run and speak

Our Father always available

To hear us.

Oblivious and sometimes insolent

We fail to see the angels gasp

Cover their mouth in awe

At the privileged access

Of this enduring audience. 

And yet He commands us to become

Like a child

Calling Abba to Father

Brother to Jesus

Friend to Spirit

And trusting He will delight

To hear and answer.