When we slap each other’s back in pleasure
When we flatter one another
When we ‘like’ this or that on Facebook
Or say something clever
We then turn and see you,
On the cross,
And sober up for a moment
You gaze through layers of pretense
You see us as we really are
And by some miracle,
Jesus our brother in grief,
You recognize us as your own
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