INTO THE ABYSS HE CAME
Into the abyss of human misery He
came,
And, though a babe,
yet was His heart aflame with the
Glory of God.
Into the abyss—the Glory of God for
the world of men;
Into the abyss, where once He dared to
drink the cup of sorrow,
And then—
faced the consequence of that abyss,
And bore upon His flawless frame
the symbols of all human sin
expressed;
And in a tragic stroke the grand
illusions aid to rest
Of man’s inherent dignity.
Strange it is that all the tragedies
of time
Have not sufficed to prove to man
the depths of that accursed clime
to which his soul was born.
Nor has it dawned upon his darkened
heart
That e’en the noble things of man are
part of vain facade.
And all the liberty
In which he revels to indulge his
selfish soul
Is but a bondage, from the chains of
which
the grace of God alone can set him
free.
And so, insensitive to all but grosser
earthly things,
And unaware the raft
To which he blindly clings is
rudderless and without sail,
He drifts through life,
grasping, striving,
bearing fortune’s perfidies—
Until that disenchanting moment when
the spirit
flees the mortal cage
And knows
that all he lived for was but ashes
and all the good he shunned—
the stuff of which eternal bliss is
made.
Thus the abyss to which He came—the
majesty of God enshrined
for all the world to see—
the Blessed Son of Man.
Into the abyss—
the Son of God with the power to free
The souls of all in one great deed
of holy, and unselfish love.
Now on eagle’s wings the souls of
those who will, may soar;
And unencumbered by the chains of
demon power,
Know the thrill of life fulfilled;
the joy
of harmony with Him in whom
the
timeless universe remains secure.
David Morsey
From the Eagles Nest