They longed to bow, to lie prostrate before the king.
They longed to sing a thousand hymns of praise.
They longed to clap and shout and celebrate his presence.
They longed to move; to shake the sleeping,
and comfort the heartbroken one with a gentle caress.
They longed to fight; to strangle the self-righteous and free the innocent.
They longed to chase the fearful and return them to the truth.
They longed to weep, to forge a new river with their tears.
Yet still they stood, gnarled and proud, arms upraised, appealing to the heavens.
(From Matthew 26:36-46)
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