The Expressivity Of God's Glory

Prologue:

The Glory of God falls like fountains running wild and out of control

like a mighty rushing wind capable of overturning a city

like a deer whose life is in its legs, vision, and optimism; escaping the flames of a predator hunt

like power in the hands of a furious king when his enemies are exposed

like glaciers of ice overtaking the deserted and hot lands without stop

like fire blazing forth in the pathway of the lost

like a simple touch that speaks many words of comfort to the sick

like the release from captivity just at the mention of the coming of a prisoner's long-awaited advocate

like clothes to the destitute who has been a victim of the rage of a sandstorm

like
Great Love
to
the

lonely,
weary,
silly,
needy,
fallen,
ugly,
dirty,

and

the no-nothing's,
the do-nothing's,

the malignant,
the indignant,

like love: the expressivity of God,

like mercy: the passion of Christ,

like in-filling: the comfort of the Spirit,

to me,
on me,
for me,
with me,
in me,
and
through me,

the
sought,
bought,
and
brought

into The Glory Of God!

Climax:

the expressivity of God's glory budded,
a grafting from shouts of Majesty! to Birthpangs!

the most profound of all thought, "How did God become a man?!"

the Wisest came and wise men knew no more their way,

the Brightest came and led men by a lone star,

the Saviour! came, men knew and killed for it, angels knew and sang about it,

the Glory of God therefore,
is SET APART for us:
born in a manger, found in appearance as a man;
carried the cross, the curse;
and lives, for evermore!

Epilogue:

Though fountains fail, they run out of control;
winds rage, they overturn a city;
and deers are unlucky, they get eaten;
yet
God's glory envelops me, I'll not be afraid.

"If God is for us, who can be against us?"