Advent Devotion


Yeshua, 
Burst of light, Fathomless Free one,
Seed and full fruit of the only maid mother
You pierced the wall of our earthiness, entered
Wrapped in our fleshliness
Cloaked in the ordinary
Yeshua
This I whisper, with ear to God's fetal heart-beating
Save us, from darkness and destitute doubting 
And teach us to love, little loved one
Dear Yeshua

Immanuel


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