My Poetry

October 25, 2011

Great Humility

The King of Glory gives Himself
Every single day.
'Though He in heaven, we below
Not alone remain.

He comes by Love in hidden form
(Most great humility!)
So we, by Faith, must choose to come
Unseen though He may be.

Such Joy is found in Christ our Lord
He who is our end.
We the beloved, foolish flock
He'll ne'r cease to tend.

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