The Word

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


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?”

© Cheryl McGrath, Bread for the Bride, 2013   Copyright Notice: Permission is granted to freely reproduce any Bread for the Bride articles in emails or internet blogs, unaltered, and providing this copyright notice is included.     To permanently display an article on any static website please contact me for permission.

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