HE COMES AGAIN
He comes again, for souls to gain He comes in word, all broken He comes in deed, all bleeding He comes in love, all wounded He comes today, an infantly guise. Low in the Crib, crushed on the Cross , poured into Chalice Still, He comes. He comes in a manger, in all simplicity To make it easy, to meet and greet Him His choice is love, love without a trave So we can gift Him, with presents free of grim For here He comes! Packaged and stacked, my gifts are wrapped The inadequacy and lack, I see in the children The strife in the world, drenched in greed My weary being, battered and beaten The aridity of my soul, yearning for more The sterility of hearts, seeking consolation For here He comes! Recharge your memory of the little infant On hay He lay, to push to bay All strife that broods, despair on His heirs Unburden all, to the prince of peace, He is man, He knows, He fixes them all For here He comes! Do not be remiss, on this