matt tullos

the compost pile of writer, matt tullos. mostly poems, prayers, rants and naratives... "Gods passion for the world has compelled me to be a contributor in the warfare of grace rather than a spectator in the warfare of religion."

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Monday, December 08, 2003

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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