Sometimes it feels
Like God was never one of us
Sometimes it looks
Like we’re too far gone for redemption
Like we are made of pure pain
Like we are slaves to ourselves
Mindless sheep
Cursed humans
If redemption is real, it would be a story
The story of when God was one of us
When He was born out of pain in a filthy place
When the King became a servant
When the Shepherd became a lamb
When Life submitted to the curse of death
And death was not the end of the story
He’s unseen but He’s not gone
How do I know?
Life is somehow still beautiful
Good things still happen
Love is real
The story is true
God was one of us and has been one with us
Ever since