He who descended
Condescended to view
Beggar, leper or taxman
With lowly eyes.
The world lying
In the wicked one, the holy One
Raised, through His tongue,
The truth.
Making ointment, blessing children,
Touching the blind and dumb,
And the leper:
What perfect hands.
Every feature flowed,
Grace and compassion to me,
Praise and dependence to God,
From a pure heart.
What of His feet?
They bore Him
To desert, mountain, plain,
Gennesaret, Gethsemane, Golgotha.
So men heard God's word,
Noble, just, pure and amiable,
Virtue and praise,
From the Faithful and True Witness.
By His cross and blood
He breached the wall
And made the disparate
One.
We learn by contrasts: this is a response to Proverbs 6: 16:
16 These six things doth Jehovah hate, yea, seven are an abomination unto him:
17 haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood;
18 a heart that deviseth wicked imaginations; feet that are swift in running to mischief;
19 a false witness that uttereth lies, and he that soweth discords among brethren.
Stunning poem, David! Blessings!
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