Love came down and walked on earth.
Have you seen him?
Love was wrapped in a virgin birth.
Have you known him?
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Broken. Dying. Stealing. Lying.
Corrupt and needy. Weak and greedy.
Love came here.
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In weakness he was clothed.
Unheard of!
And took weakness as his betrothed.
Scandalous!
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Have you heard this scandal of love?
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To a bleeding, fallen world
he was sent
to bleed for paupers and prisoners.
His life was spent
to rescue the sinful, selfish soul.
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Have you heard the scandal of love?
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The king who spoke and galaxies formed
lay in the straw that first Christmas morn.
Infinite love met finite flesh,
cried as a babe, walked to his death.
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Have you heard the scandal of love?
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“Impossible!” you say. “Insulting! A disgrace!”
Yes. All scandals are.
But the shame that love bore
was both mine and yours.
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The insult was for you,
the disgrace for me.
For love came to set us free.
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Perhaps this is too much.
Perhaps over this you stumble.
But perhaps love is a lion,
and perhaps love is humble.
