People can’t get past the fact that they are strong
Hercules and Xena
Warriors but in the faith
Walking in the ways of Jesus
With heads held high in the public eye
Encouraging the weak
Being faithful servants every week
But what they don’t know is their pain
They have tinted the glass windows of our lives
No one can look at them and see
Vulnerability is only reserved for nighttime
Where cries can only be heard by God
And tears are collected by bed linen
Struggles reside there
Running around in circles
When will it all end?

But I pause to remember the Saviour
He struggled with His desires to cower and to do His Father’s will
To die out of love for people who hated Him
He was fully God
But this man was scared and stressed by the task ahead
A life of sacrifice
In the Father’s hands
Human
With bruised reflections
Abandoned while He recklessly abandoned Himself
Suffering pain that others could gain
Human

And that’s what they are
If you look in their eyes you will see scarred souls
The poor in spirit
They don’t have it together
They are flawed
But blessed
For theirs is the kingdom of heaven
They are human
Acknowledging their issues
Bringing them to Christ
Knowing that there is no other help but Him
Human
For Christ suffered too
And He understands what they are going through

So when you look into the eyes of your spiritual heroes
Pray
They need encouragement like those who are weak
They suffer and struggle
They hurt and heal
They experience joy and sorrow
They feel
They are human

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