#immanuel
On the highest peaks or the lowest darkest depths
In health and strength or broken, weak and nearly dead
In the midst of love and joy or rejected, exiled and unknown
In fullness of knowledge and assurance of the good will
Or bewildered and baffled, in perplexity stumbling and lost
With songs constantly singing, resplendent in angelic aura
Or utterly silent, crying beyond tears, covered in ashes of mourning
At the table, listened to and honoured by kings and princes
Or a starving slave forgotten and chained in the dank dungeon
But unseen in the flesh, unknowable unless heard,
is the Word, "I am with you," and that suffices for Life.
Jul 23, 2024
Jul 23, 2024 at 9:32 PM UTC
So…
once the wrapping’s been wrapped
and the gifts have been given
once bells have been rung
as is our tradition
once the turkey’s a carcass
while mince pies remain
(and you wonder if salt
will lift that wine stain)
that’s the time to receive
the one Gift worth having
the Christ of this Christmas
the Gift come from heaven
the Gift that’s the Greatest
the Gift that kept giving
the Christ who stayed with us
the joy that kept coming
So …
as the carols’ words fade
don’t let this chance drift
welcome Christ this Christmas
the Greatest Gift
Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 2:14 PM UTC
I dwell in possibility.
- Emily Dickinson
I dwell in the possibilities birthed by the daily Immanuel
I dwell in the possibilities whispered by the wonderful Counsellor
I dwell in the possibilities wrought by the almightiest God
I dwell in the possibilities perpetuated by the everlasting Father
I dwell in the possibilities secured by the Prince of all peace makers
And I dwell with Him where all things have possibilities
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC