Wednesday, December 20, 2006

December fields await the King

Twilight wings over a pastoral scene, the light and air filled with prescienting things, sun a brief hint of light, orange, pink, then blue -- heraldry for a king, yet stable ready, cattle stall -- it must be a
humble King, who bows so low to rule!

My heart overflows with a good theme; I sing my song to the King; my tongue is the pen of a ready writer: Thou art fairer than the children of men; Grace is poured into thy lips: Therefore God hath blessed thee for ever!

Gird Your sword upon Your thigh, O Mighty One, with Your glory and Your majesty. And in Your majesty ride on, ride on because of truth, humility, and righteousness; and Your right hand shall teach You awesome things.

Your throne, O God, is forever and ever; a scepter of righteousness is the scepter of Your kingdom! Alleluia!

Psalm 45:1ff

The God of power, as He did ride
In His majestic robes of glorie,
Reserv’d to light; and so one day
He did descend, undressing all the way.

George Herbert

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