Christ, A Gift Poem by Timothy Ward Ingersoll

Yes Christ was born, A gift to all
But one un-chosen, rejected
Because He asks something of us
Like water in a pool…which gives life, we must choose to dip our faces in it.

To bend our back and our stiff neck
To lower our heads as in prayer
Our spirit doesn’t resist, only our minds
Our very being understands where life comes from
Our nature is to be one with Christ
The core of our feelings pulls us down
So that we might be lifted up
The deep buried part
Hidden beneath life – at the bottom, our center
That is where our need is known

What is it in us that wants to say..water rise up to ME
Willing to die rather than bow our heads
Ego and pride drive a pillar of steel down our spine
Unbreakable, unbendable by man
We revel in our strength…and perish

Your gift, your Son, your sacrifice
Given to us this day
Evoke the waters of our souls
Like a geyser from the depths
Shower us with your redeeming blood