Advent: Week Three

Come, O My Immanuel, Come.

I give You title to my life.

O SPIRIT

Place Your unpredictable breath

Upon my face.

Win me with the wooing of Your grace.

Come, O My Immanuel, Come.

Carve my heart into the Infant’s crib.

Wipe it with the scent of straw,

Swaddling cloth and myrrh.

O TRUTH

Inhabit it with Life

Since Life must out of life begin.

Come, O My Immanuel, Come.

Heavenly hosts’ angelic choir,

Love song of the shepherd’s way.

O HOPE

King, Key, Cornerstone

For shepherds, for wise men and for me.

Come, O My Immanuel, Come.

Bright, distant star,

O FLAME

Flickering like the candles

Of the Advent wreath.

What had been night

Reels with unending eucharists of light.

Come, O My Immanuel, Come.

Free my earthbound creature’s wings

To veer still higher in the coming year

O LOVE

Such passion, I consent,

Lift me wholly into God.

~BWS