Find your Own Calcutta

Send us Fan Mailwww.cruciformjustice.comwords Jon SwalesMusic: Beautiful  by Lite SaturationFind your own Calcutta—a descent,an incarnation that movestowards the dirt,to touch the wounded heart.Take the hand of the image-bearer;here, in the shadows,you may yet glimpse the King.Do you see Him?The Crucified lingers,not on Zion’s heights,but in the cramped alleys,His arms traced with linesof a thousand sorrows, all His own.Do you see Him?He walks beneath the weight of the sky,bearing the ache of the abandoned.In the hollow eyes of the hungry,in the trembling hands of the lost,his presence whispers.Angels wait here too,holding their breathon sacred ground,scorched by sleeping bags.Not in Sinai’s thunder,but in the hush of the forgotten,in the silence of the lonely.The compassionate Kingdom creeps unseen,roots threading through concrete,a mustard seed planted deepa light shining in the darkness.Find your own Calcutta—a descent,an incarnation that movestowards the dirt,to touch the wounded heart.Take the hand of the image-bearer;here, in the shadows,you may yet glimpse the King..