Sometimes a subject is so grand, so glorious, so monumental that words alone don’t seem adequate to describe how we feel.
Capturing even a glimpse requires more.
‘Joy to the world, the Lord is come.’
‘He lays His glory by’ and comes to us a babe.
Trading dominion and majesty and divinity for utter dependence and future derision and death.
‘Born to raise the sons of earth’ from the fallen mortal state, from sin and death unto life.
‘God and sinners reconciled.’
‘And the soul felt its worth.’
Worth sacrifice and suffering. Worth grace. Worth saving.
Because He came, we, too, can come ‘joyful and triumphant.’
Knowing that in His coming, we are rescued.
Redeemed.
Victorious through His victory.
‘God is not dead, nor doth He sleep.’
He came for us.
‘Let earth receive her king.’
‘Hallelujah’
