Am I a barren temple left for newer ways of speaking mysteries my veils cannot contain? Should I prepare to winter spans again of silent centuries pierced for only certain men? What if I wake to find You’ve gone? What if Your presence was withdrawn & I was mistaken all along to think I could become Your home? It’d be no surprise to finally know that I am truly alone. Come death but likely sooner I’ll be alone. You moved Your temple inside our bones & it’s so hard to trust that You won’t move again. For all eternity You, stood with Your Father in perfect unity. And when You walked the earth, You only went were He led, You only spoke what He said. So for everything You left, & all of the glory You forfeit, no matter how low You were sent, You still couldn’t know what it’s like to be alone. Disgraced but You were never alone. Betrayed but You were never alone. Tortured but still never alone and nothing is worse than being alone. I have been thinking hard about us trading places that maybe I could wear Your beauty if You put on my shame. Jesus I’ve been trying so hard to look like You that I almost missed the worst of what I put You through. You didn’t die for sins, You died covered in them a prideful lying thief gasping out my final breaths. For that one moment You looked just like me so Your father left You & You died completely alone. For me, You were alone. He couldn’t bear it so He left You all alone. No better promise than true sympathy. You conquered death all alone. Cause You’ve known the deepest of all our needs. Never again, Never alone.