Lyrical Riffs In a world-changing week,
Unafraid of humility and kindness,
The king rides in, looking small and vulnerable,
Coming so close, to see us and know us.
In a world-changing week,
Unafraid of humility and kindness,
The king gets his hands dirty, doing the job of a servant,
He kneels in the dirt and washes our battered feet.
In a world-changing week,
Unafraid of humility and kindness,
The king steps into the sad temples we build,
Tipping over the tables of our misplaced ambitions and hopes.
In a world-changing week,
Unafraid of humility and kindness,
The king volunteers and takes another’s place,
Offers himself, for one and for all.
In a world-changing week,
Unafraid of humility and kindness,
The king refuses to lie still in a stone-cold tomb,
Dead yes, but then stirring once more,
Breaking death’s dark conventions,
Battering down that door.
In a world-changing week,
Unafraid of humility and kindness,
The king waits to be seen, in a garden, on a road, by the shore,
Waiting still, for that pause in our busy lives,
For that moment of truth, when the stone rolls from our eyes,
And resurrection wakes us one more.
