In the Pentland Hills
Through One who came here with no worldly charm,
Who was not
known by fleshly lordliness,
But who has
come to save and not to harm,
God has
determined He is going to bless.
Yet this is
One who charmed the heart of God
Because of
the perfection of His ways:
God saw Him
with the grace of Aaron’s rod
Growing in
loveliness through desert days.
He was a
root that grew out of dry ground,
A tender
sapling burgeoning in strength,
Then
rendering its fruit to God again;
He drew His
moisture from above, yet found,
Though He
would reach for men to any length,
He was
despised and left alone of men.
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