An Poetic Prose on the Incarnation

An Poetic Prose on the Incarnation 

From His Holy Place 

God came down,

 

He stooped below the heavens

 

that He might behold us

 

Nay, more still

 

That He may be amongst us

 

For our glory was stripped from us

 

And death’s terror imprisoned us

 

The nature of man could not deliver us

 

So God came down

 

He assumed humanity from a Virgin, that through His assumption of our nature He might heal all humanity,

 

In His own body, a body sharing in the degeneration of sinful humanity;

 

—He through the overshadowing of that sinless Spirit sanctified His human nature—the sinful soul is never resided in His heart,

 

His spirit recoils from evil,

 

His mind reflects perfectly and absolutely the image of God as Adam before He fell

 

But His form and frame, it was our own,

 

He was bone of our bone

 

defiled and degraded by the sinfulness of His mother Mary, tracing back to the original sin of His human progenitor; Eve.

 

He was flesh of our flesh

 

He felt all the weakness of humanity, our senses of hunger, thirst, pain, even our sorrow, our grief, our loss, our temptations and trials, as had been magnified through the generations of man after the fall.

 

He was verily affected by sin,

 

yet never infected it

 

Fallen,

 

Yet never corrupted

 

He assumed our fallenness, but yet not our wickedness—His heart was pure, He could say, as we cannot “in Me there is no sin” neither in thought, nor in action, no corrupting influence sullied His humanity, no sinfulness tainted His merit, no selfishness marred His motive,

 

No species of enmity against His God

 

All His works were righteous,

 

all His love was pure

 

All His devotion was selfless

 

All His Glory was God’s

 

Our nature was uplifted through His assumption, as our life became His, so does His life become ours,

through the operation of the Spirit—the overshadowing of His Grace within our hearts our nature is sanctified, our spirit begins to recoil from the power and lust of sin,

 

The image of Him who made us is restored within us, day by day we reflect His holiness,

 

we are participates in the Divine Nature,

Our Glory is restored through His assumption, for our death became His death

 

It’s fear His been banished

 

It’s shame defeated

 

It’s dark prison freed

 

The nature of God united with the nature of man, has delivered us—

 

As He came down from heaven, and returned

 

So we may go with Him, into the heavens, into the heaven of heavens

 

—into in His Holy Place.