HUMBLE BEARER OF HOLY SON

 

Humble bearer of Holy Son

From ages vast, before all time,
In wisdom deep, in love sublime,
God looked upon His works so dear,
Each soul, each life, both far and near.

In that gaze so vast, beguiled,
He saw a foal, both meek and mild;
A donkey small, of humble birth,
Yet marked for purpose on this earth.

God looked into those gentle eyes,
So free of pride, so free of guise,
And chose this creature, soft and grey,
To bear His Son one sacred day.

He stooped in love, as legends tell,
To mark a cross where shadows fell;
An ash-toned sign upon foal's back,
A quiet grace he did not lack.

For every life, both great and small,
Is known to God Who fashioned all,
This small foal, so often passed,
Was held in love from first to last.

Then came the day, long prophesied,
When Christ the King in peace would ride;
Through Jerusalem with palms that swayed,
Amid cloaks along the roadway laid.

No fear foal showed, no wild alarm,
He bore the Christ with steady calm;
While voices cried, “Hosanna, sing!”
As they hailed the saving King.

This was the work for which foal was born,
Not crowned with gold, nor rich robed-worn;
But raised to greatness, pure and true -
To carry Christ as foal passed through.

What is greater, tell us now,
Than to bear such weight with willing brow?
To lift the King with heart so free,
With humble, joyful dignity.

So too are we called forth to bear
The weight of love, the call to care;
To keep God's Word in all we do,
In thought, in deed, in purpose true.

Obey His law: be just and kind,
Keep truth and mercy close in mind.
Do not deceive, nor take, nor break
The bonds that love and trust must make.

Harm not a life, but guard it well,
Let peace within your spirit dwell,
“Be like to Me,” the Saviour said,
With gentle Heart and Love outspread.

Long after crosses fell and tomb was bare,
And risen light had filled both earth and air;
That little donkey passed away,
His task complete, on his final day.

Yet surely in God’s realm above,
Foal knew again that touch of love -
The King Who once, with tender hand,
Had guided him through Holy Land.

We as well are chosen still,
Not by our own, but by His will;
For God has seen through time's long haul,
Both you and I - our life's great call.

No life is cast by chance alone,
Each path to Him is surely known.
So let us answer, firm and true,
Whatever work God bids us do.

For in His sight, both great and small
Are held in love - He calls us all.

Image courtesy of ChatGPT with CN Whittle "Palm Sunday procession with celebration"

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