Scribbling Theology:

This poem was written by myself in 2015 and inspired by Hebrews 13:13. At the time I was moved by how one of my mentors explained to me the meaning of this passage, and the importance of Christ being outside of the camp. Jesus separated Himself from the norm and the clean space inside of Jerusalem, went outside of the expected, disgraced Himself by taking on our sin and brokenness. This poem was birthed out of that sort of inspiration.

Let us meet with Christ outside the camp, where the space is unclean and damp, let us kneel at His blood-soaked feet, where the sky is dark and sleet.

But no longer do I find Him there, where do I seek Him now, oh where?

I see Him seated on a throne so high, where I will go when I die.

So now I draw from streams of love, The Spirit falls upon me like a dove. Free from sin and death I am, All by the Saviours hand