It seems to us that things would be much easier

if you would just do what we ask, Jesus;

If you were more compliant and co-operative,

more flexible and adaptable,

more open to follow agendas other than your own;


But, frustratingly, you refuse to be tamed, Jesus;

you won’t be domesticated into leaving our brokenness untouched,



No – you prod and provoke,

unafraid of the pain it might cause us,

of the comfort we may have to relinquish.


You are a Wild God, Jesus, and we are afraid of such a God,

but we choose to praise you anyway,

because a domesticated deity,

a tame grace is not what we need;

You are a Wild God, and we praise you that you are,

because any other God would be unworthy of the name.