Victimhood

Victim
Can you step into that space?
Just for a bit
I know you’re scared
It can be such a confining word
Or perhaps one that will restrict
Already the weakest in the room
The word affirms your deepest fears

But linger here, just a bit
And discover God, the victim
Exposed
Naked on a cross
Blood flowing
Skin tearing
Humiliated, his body hangs
Abandoned on that oppressive cross

Victim
Can you enter that space knowing Jesus waits?
His own scars and open wounds look a lot like yours
Take courage
No longer hide your deepest pain
Trust his tender strength
Allow yourself compassion
And settle into his embrace

Restored
He casts aside all labels
No longer are you a victim
Just a beloved son or daughter
Tender wounds still showing
Healing scars now radiate Christ’s love

Victim
Can you now let go?
The word temporarily gave protection
From tragic and unjust blows
But it cannot describe all that you are
It splits the world and you in two
Unable to see your own darkness
And demanding others see your light

Victim
This word whispers a subtle lie
That exposure and humiliation of the offender
Is all that can erase those shameful wounds
But when justice is served
Or becomes impossible
If all that remains is a wounded victim
How much greater the loss

Transformed
He invites your wounds to be placed in his
He lifts your face
No longer bent low
You radiate
A crown now placed upon your royal head