Tuesday, December 7, 2021

In. . .


In all of my inadequacy
I stand,
Eyes cast down,
chin quavering,
salt trails glistening

In all of my paucity
of soul I come,
Weak-willed,
straining to have what I want
and to do what You want

In all of my scarcity
of mind
that streaks my days
with fear and grasping,
I hide from the world

In all of my insufficiency
I kneel,
with downcast eyes
and open hands,
letting go my weak will

Lift up your heads
ye mighty gates!
Be opened,
ye ancient doors!
The King of Glory enters in!

In all of His sufficiency
He stands;
In all of His humility 
He comes,
Emmanuel, God enfleshed

In the fullness of time
He brings love,
filling empty hands
and hearts and minds—
including mine

In my empty
He enters, a seed in the
dark womb, burgeoning 
life, growing light—
the Eternal Dayspring

In the first light of day
He is the spark
divine, disgorging the rich,
feeding goodness to the
starving, my soul included

In Him my soul, too,
rejoices—
In my lonely places,
In the unbearable waiting,
He enters in. . .



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