Poem of Advent
Posted on December 21, 2014

Long, long ago in Bethlehem
Was born to all a caring Friend
Who understands the paths we go
The winding roads of pain and woe
Which seem before us without end

He knows our roads for He did climb
The same steep pathways in His time
He knew the pains of loss and grief
When hurt was long and joy was brief
When life seemed angry, rarely kind

And yet He walked a road of hope
With vision of a broader scope
Than we mere mortals sometimes have
When dreams collapse and systems cave
He found a way to climb the slope

The way was faith in God’s own power
To enter and redeem our hour
Of fear or pain or human strife
A God with power o’er all life
And thus He did not fall or cower

And that is Advent’s song for us
A song of victory and trust
O Come, O Come, Emmanuel
Within our hearts and world to dwell
Your light to fall as angel’s dust (MBB, 12/10/2014)

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