WHEN GOD CAME DOWN TO ME

 Out of an unknown dimension,
This universe held in His hand.
The Lord of this awesome creation,
A greater creation had planned.
In planting The Seed in a virgin womb,
So small that the eye could not see
How great was the power that epochal hour,
When the Mighty God came down to me.
Formed in the womb, this Last Adam
The sorrows of men He must know.
While the goodness of God on our barren sod,
Makes that heavenly planting grow.
Unknown as a babe in a manger,
The lowing of cattle His song.
To His people this King is a stranger,
Unsought by the bustling throng.
Yet down from the hills hastened the shepherds,
Their quest was a sight of this child,
And there with the beasts in the stable,
Their eyes rest on the One undefiled.
Their lambs may be bred for the Altar,
As types of the True Lamb of God.
Their judgement was so prone to falter,
As these offerings came under the rod.
Still there on the straw lay the Saviour,
Heaven’s Eye His perfection had scanned,
Great anti-type of all these offerings caressed.
And there with believing hearts pounding,
Their souls welling up with the news.
To doubters their faith was confounding,
Though saints would feign stand in their shoes.
Their rapture, their bliss are unmeasured,
Here lies their Creator and Lord.
A sight Holy men would have treasured,
Yet the richest could never afford.
And yet humble shepherds are given
To witness the birth of God’s Son.
The favour and smile of all Heaven,
Shines forth in this thrice Holy One.
No wonder they hasted with singing,
To tell of this day of all days,
As to all who would hear they were bringing,
Their carols of love and of praise.
Come then with the shepherds and view then,
The Babe whom the angels adore.
Then boast of deliverance through Him,
Who will save to the earth’s furthest shore.

A.M. Ross

Poem taken from his book: Fifty Years of Poetry