Saturday, December 11, 2010


A strange grace invaded

this marvelously ruined city.

Highest glory is with us,

the God-man, breathing our

Sin-poisoned air and loving the

stumbling, the simple, all who

Dare not lift their eyes.

Our fathers coveted the sight.

Fainting hearts running to the child

whose blood would mercy-seat

Us to the King. [we hated but who yearns


Enfleshed, God inhabits darkness, tastes

weakness. Knows

Need. Temptation will be no stranger

to the forever firstborn, entering

Time to be the Fulfiller of wallowing

humanity. To hush the

Stubborn, bring near what we distanced.

The Branch, stooping lower than

Eyes were anticipating,

obeyed, [never scorning]

delivered, [idol-bound exiles]

redeemed [HIS].

1 comment:

Brian L. said...

Great Job Katherine... Oh the amazing grace of God in the incarnation and His sacrifice!