Crossing the Jordan

BY MARK ODLAND - MA, LMFT, MDIV

He ascends from the abyss of ancestral pain

Tattooed on his bones by books like Cain

In his mortal body he holds vibrations of trauma

In his immortal soul he unfolds the archetypal drama

Still, he climbs, dirt under his nails

And our blindness falls from our eyes like scales

Heaven chiseled hearts through truthful speech

A suffering Savior now just within reach

Ablaze with love he climbs still higher

Battling our hell like a raging fire