Glad Prince,
He who was meek,
He who was mild,
Come wondrous child grown.
~ such ~
Joy You Know,
Such peace in your voice,
What is this smile that you bring,
What wonder is this that causes me to sing?
Once In Pain,
Twice in pain,
In the grove, and
Upon the wooden beam,
That first was a heavy weight, and yet
Now is an easy yoke that you came to bear,
That you came to shape, and
That now you offer to me.
Wondrous Man,
Man most kind,
My eldest brother,
How could I question that you are divine?
Oh King of Kings,
Ye prince of peace,
Your smile is grace, and
Your joyous fruit is the sweetest to taste, for
It is the fruit of love you received,
From your Father, from our Father, and
From our Brother who appeared as the dove,
like a symbol of love and as a messenger of peace, and now so freely
you offer this love to all, including simple me.
By C.J. Powell
6-22-08
