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    Friday
    26Nov2004

    away...

    away
    but so near to the outcast.
    near to the blood of the innocents
    near to life, a dangerous mystery
    no crib for a bed
    1st century squalor of animals
    away
    alone
    no turning back
    the little Lord Jesus
    God meshed in skin
    helpless master infant
    laid down his sweet head
    the brow of thorns
    smitten by bandits
    spit upon
    mocked
    yet eyes still fixed on His love.
    the stars in the sky
    each fixed in place
    bold, mighty, universe
    the author: this infant
    full of wonder
    as angels and Abba
    proudly, sadly
    looked down where he lay
    away
    relentlessly committed
    away
    vacating the thrones and crowns of glory
    away
    the glory of his love
    away
    humble
    master
    creator
    away
    matchless mysterious
    ruler
    away

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