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I'm happy to have been chosen to be here tonight, singing to these shepherds of their coming king. But I know when they look at me they see only an angel. They can't see the wonders or the mysteries I've seen today. I thought I'd seen love in all God's creation, in his mighty works. But I saw true love today, perfect love. I saw my king, the king above all high kings, remove his crown for love . . . take off his robe, remove his shoes, and leave all his kingdom to find his bride. In all his heavenly wisdom, he sees her beauty. I look and see only the humiliation he must suffer. The very day of his coming and they will find no room for him. And as he sees ahead, he sees his death — in blackness removing himself from all touch of heaven. He will remove himself from the reach of my help and, finally, even from his Father's. Even now he sees the spitting and cursing. And further ahead, and even more painful, in years when men have grown more tender, he sees them pass him by without a second glance. And finally ... he sees their total rejection. It's not just tonight — they never will make room for him. He sees all this as he lays his crown at his Father's feet. But somewhere down there in their very midst, he sees her, and his hope for his bride makes everything worthwhile. If that's not love . . . |
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