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Sunday, January 2, 2022

Poem: “First Coming” by Madeleine L’Engle

He did not wait until the world was ready, 

till men and nations were at peace. 

He came when the Heavens were unsteady, 

and prisoners cried out for release.

 

He did not wait for the perfect time. 

He came when the need was deep and great. 

He dined with sinners in all their grime, 

turned water into wine.

 

He did not wait till hearts were pure. 

In joy he came to a tarnished world of sin and doubt. 

To a world like ours, of anguished shame 

he came, and his Light would not go out.

He came to a world which did not mesh, 

to heal its tangles, shield its scorn. 

In the mystery of the Word made Flesh 

the Maker of the stars was born.

 

We cannot wait till the world is sane 

to raise our songs with joyful voice, 

for to share our grief, to touch our pain, 

He came with Love: Rejoice! Rejoice! 

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