Christ the King
God fell from his splendorous Throne
where angel-fires hymn ceaseless praise;
allured, drawn down by our plaintive tone:
Hopeless Flesh, choked by sin’s toxic haze.
He Tented, strolled among us in desert breeze
with words of life, mercy and boundless grace,
permitting us to treat him as we freely please;
setting before us, made-fragile, his gentle Face.
But we, I shudder to tell, in haste fashioned a throne,
and tore at him as beasts raging o’er a fallen lamb;
we marred that Face in violence, no-mercy shown;
Love spurned, crushed, cursed among the damned.
But His vantage – Otherwise! – bore us brightest hope,
for our savage mutiny, born of a base and fallen past
was to him a fertile sign, new-hymn, angelic Trope:
“His Love, stronger than death; His mercies, countless-vast.”
Let us rejoice on this feast of Christ's reign from the Tree of Life!
Alleluia!
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Reminiscent of Philippians 2:6ff in the ISV
ReplyDelete6 In God’s own form existed he,
and shared with God equality,
deemed nothing needed grasping.
7 Instead, poured out in emptiness,
a servant’s form did he possess,
a mortal man becoming.
In human form he chose to be,
8 and lived in all humility,
death on a cross obeying.
9 Now lifted up by God to heaven,
a name above all others given,
this matchless name possessing.
10 And so, when Jesus’ name is called,
the knees of everyone should fall
wherever they’re residing.
11 Then every tongue in one accord,
will say that Jesus the Messiah is Lord,
while God the Father praising.
Finest-kind, Tom!
Peace,
.ed.