That Holy Thing
During this season of Advent, I would like to share some poems that have blessed me. Hopefully, as I post a few of these poems over the next few weeks, it will help prepare your heart in remembering the Incarnation of our Lord and Savior, as an infant in that manger in Bethlehem so long ago.
“That Holy Thing”
They all were looking for a king
To slay their foes and lift them high:
Thou cam’st, a little baby thing
That made a woman cry.
O Son of Man, to right my lot
Naught but Thy presence can avail;
Yet on the road Thy wheels are not,
Nor on the sea Thy sail!
My how or when Thou wilt not heed,
But come down Thine own secret stair,
That Thou mayst answer all my need–
Yea, ever bygone prayer.