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with His stripes

infinite love  
gift-wrapped in burial clothes  
unblemished sacrifice  
upon the altar  
born to a world of  
beastly offal stench  
Good Shepherd  
midst His lost sheep seeking shelter  

a lowly feeding trough  
cradles the King  
a feast of slight appeal  
to gluttony  
Lamb to the slaughterhouse  
of brutal men  
persona non grata  
dark litany  

a cup that will not pass  
by Sovereign Will  
till every bitter drop  
congeals the blood  
a crown whose thorns must first  
impale His brow  
a sword whose blade must spill  
His vital flood  
 
He fancies not my gold  
this King of Heaven  
this Babbling Infant  
soon my Royal Priest  
sweet alabaster frankincense  
i bring  
to season up  
the Sacrificial Feast  
 
with myrrh embalmed for  
vile Jerusalem  
no beauty that we should  
desire Him  
we hide our faces from  
His solemn grief  
yet Agape would  
thus inspire Him  
 
His cradle is His grave  
no lullaby  
has future agony  
from Him concealed  
wounded for our transgressions  
torn and bruised  
that with His stripes  
the broken may be healed…  
 
© Copyright 2018 December 09  
by Clyve A. Bowen
cabcool
Author's Note
This poem, "gift of love," title marked "with His stripes," is a gift at Christmas to readers who are minded to contemplate the everlasting irony of the Creator and King of the world (a) finding no...
This poem, "gift of love," title marked "with His stripes," is a gift at Christmas to readers who are minded to contemplate the everlasting irony of the Creator and King of the world (a) finding no shelter in a palace or even among typical human lodgings at birth, but delivered amidst the cries of animals in a smelly barn; (b) dressed in burial clothes at birth to signify that He was born with the sole purpose of dying, not for Himself but for fallen humanity; (c) cradled in a feeding trough, a sacrifice of brokenness offered up as a feast of love to make the broken whole.

He was offered gold by wise men, signifying His Kingship and Divinity; frankincense, a prophetic reflection of His Royal Priesthood; and myrrh, a prophetic foretaste of the bitter anguish He was to face.
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