Hebrews 1:1-3

Who could have guessed such delivery?
Of theology-a deity’s word and mystery
In cave and straw and then masonry
(or carpentry?) thirty years of sun and sweat
Straightened limbs, lepers clean, the silhouette
Of prophets’ hope alive, fulfilled and then
He wrote more, a cross and nails his pen
Blood the ink, the pages stitched with power
That raised him from death’s cruelest hour


When all time’s critics stand and plead
“You hid yourself -- no signs to read”


Then He’ll say when all is done
“It is not so: I spoke by a Son!”