Sunday, December 26, 2010

First Coming

He did not wait till the world was ready,
till men and nations were at peace.
He came when the Heavens were unsteady,
and prisoners cried out for release.

He did not wait for the perfect time,
He came when the need was deep and great.
He dined with sinners in all their grime,
turned water into wine. He did not wait.

till hearts were pure. In joy he came
to a tarnished world of sin and doubt.
To a world like ours, of anguished shame
he came, and his Light would not go out.

He came to a world which did not mesh,
to heal its tangles, shield its scorn.
In the mystery of the Word made Flesh
the Maker of the stars was born.

We cannot wait till the world is sane
to raise our songs with joyful voice,
for to share our grief, to touch our pain,
He came with Love: Rejoice! Rejoice!

~ Madeleine L'Engle

1 comment:

Gwenn said...

In the mystery of the Word made Flesh
the Maker of the stars was born.
How I love this....must be why I also love The Singer so much. I, for one, need word pictures to more fully understand who this Jesus really was...this mystery person who spoke and the waves were still...this very one who spoke (or maybe sang) the worlds into existence. Wow.