The Girl with the Wings of an Angel in her Eyes
What was she expecting,
The girl with the wings of an angel in her eyes?
A child, yes, a son ...
But having known no man in the Biblical sense,
Having no physical father to ponder,
What, she must have wondered,
As mind and stomach stretched,
Might a man, born of divine essence
And sweet obedience,
Resemble?
An angel, a seraph? Or some holy paragon?
With the first Adam's pure fresh gaze?
Jacob's smooth hands, Moses' radiant face,
Or the wavy, raven locks of Solomon
And a body like polished ivory?
How would God manifest his glory?
Could she conceive this son of the most high
Would choose to look really rather ordinary?
Miracles, she would learn, are not all discerned
With the naked eye.
(Mark Greene)
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All joy to you this Christmas from all of us at LICC.
For the Son not only came,
The Son is not only Emmanuel - God with us,
The Son is, by grace, in us - you and us.
And for your partnership in his cause, thank you.
Antony Billington, Tracy Cotterell, Gemma Curran, Mark Greene, Celia Hudson, Neil Hudson, Christine Hughes, Margaret Killingray, Brian Ladd, Belinda Nnoka, Helen Parry, Beverley Shepherd, Stephanie Smith, Chick Yuill.
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