Scroll of Nazareth

Dust in the rafters

Oil smoke and breath

Sand on my sandals

Eyes fixed like death

I unroll the letters

Ink dark as the grave

Ancient aching promise

Waiting to be raised

The Spirit is upon Me

My voice cuts the hush

Good news to the broken

Chains ready to crush

Sight for the sightless

Release for the bound

A year of holy favor

Spoken out loud

This word is fulfilled in your hearing

This fire has fallen today

You know my hands

But you don’t know My meaning

You speak my name

Then push Me away

This word is fulfilled in your hearing

Right here

In your narrow gaze

You know my face

But you won’t see the clearing

You shut the door and call it faith

They whisper to each other

“Is this not the son

Of the man who carved our doorways

The quiet village one?”

You want hometown wonders

Like stories that you’ve read

You want a painted prophet

Not the living bread

This word is fulfilled in your hearing

This fire has fallen today

You know my hands

But you don’t know My meaning

You speak my name

Then push Me away

This word is fulfilled in your hearing

Right here

In your narrow gaze

You know my hands

But you don’t know My meaning

You speak my name

You know my face

But you won’t see the clearing

You shut the door and call it faith

No healer in this harbor

No honor in this hall

You raise Me to your hilltop

To watch your Savior fall

But mercy walks the edges

Where widows weep alone

Where strangers die in famine

I make their hunger home

This word is fulfilled in your hearing

This fire has fallen today

You know my hands

But you don’t know My meaning

You speak my name

Then push Me away

This word is fulfilled in your hearing

Right here

In your narrow gaze

You know my face

But you won’t see the clearing

You shut the door and call it faith

This word is fulfilled in your hearing

This fire has fallen today

You know my hands

But you don’t know My meaning

You speak my name

Then push Me away

This word is fulfilled in your hearing

Right here

In your narrow gaze

You know my face

But you won’t see the clearing

You shut the door and call it faith