Fellow blogger and Christ-disciple, David Bolton at Christ Centred Christianity recently asked me to contribute to his The Word in 3D Project with a prophetic poem based on John 1:14. The Word in 3D regularly brings together three Christian writers in prayer and fellowship to share their different perspectives on a specific passage of scripture. It was a rare privilege to be invited to take part in this venture, along with David and his son Evan of Mission:Soccer , especially as John 1:14 is one of my personal favourite Bible passages. I encourage you to read all three poems now posted at Christ Centred Christianity here.
I have also shared my contribution to the project, “The Word”, in this final post for 2013. May the Holy Spirit refresh you in soul and spirit as you read. May we all be drawn aside from the commercialism, activity and stress that has become “Christmas” to wonder again at the simple mystery that is Word become flesh. Thankyou for sharing my journey during 2013. God willing, we will continue to follow Christ together in the coming New Year, wherever that may lead us.
Cheryl McGrath
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth. John 1:14 NKJV
THE WORD
Dwelling among us
You dined at our tables
Walked our streets
Danced at our weddings
And drank our wine
Our daily disputes assaulted Your ears
Our sorrows, our fears
Became Your companions
How many then
Beheld Your glory?
Passing You by
Casually dismissing The Word
From Whom we draw our breath?
And how few stared into Your eyes
Daring to recognise
The Word become flesh?
Dwelling among us
In Spirit now
You dry our tears
Sing us Your song
And dance at our weddings
Our daily demands assault Your ears
Our sorrows, our fears
Still rise to assail You
Unseen You draw near
To light our darkness
Share our burdens
And carry us on Your shoulders
Yet blindly beholding Your glory
How many invited guests
Still fail to perceive
That Word has become flesh?
But dwelling among us
Was always Your plan
Not to be thwarted
By angel or man
Determined before the dawn of time
That we should dine at Your table
Dance at Your wedding
Drink Your wine
And when, beholding at last
The fullness of Your glory,
Even then shall we understand?
Or simply bow in humble reverence
And ask ourselves afresh
“What kind of God is this
Who, being God, would dwell with man?
What mystery is in our midst
That Eternal Word became mortal flesh?”
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