I need Jesus. It feels good to say this with conviction. I say it every day in some form or another and sometimes the words just fizzle off into numb repetition. But every now and then a bad day hits like a 5-tonner in my face and I repeat those words – only this time, it’s with desperation and liberation. The desperation gives the words their authenticity; being authentic grants liberation. Because in that moment, for that moment, I’m no longer who I’m supposed to be; I already am.
Holy darkness, blessed night,
Doth call upon the morning light;
For fecund dreams stoke hearths of hope,
Whilst fragile truths and woes elope.
Adorn thyself thus, with Joseph’s gown,
Cling to the vision; trudge to the crown.
Yea, O Star of Bethlehem,
Lead us to thy New Jerusalem.