A Sunday Doxology
Praise and thanksgiving to God on high who made himself low
left his heavenly throne to walk his footstool with feet coated in the dust from which he once formed humanity
set aside a crown of glory to feel the weight of crudely woven thorns sprung from the ground once good now cursed through sin
emptied himself of all the fullness of God which fills heaven and earth to embody love upon a tree of life-giving death
this love so wide and long and high and deep reaches beyond the limits of my understanding, leaves me bereft of words, weeping in gratitude, overwhelmed by grace.
