Advent Sonnet IV: Love

A poem on the love of advent

Love arrived on time, not dressed for His bride
In the royal clothing that we expected.
Emptied, He put divine privilege aside,
Choosing, for our sake, to be rejected.

He took on flesh. Even more, he bore our
Sin, and drank to the very dregs, our cup.
One we could never drink, in our power.
He came down, because we could not go up.

This love looks nothing like modernity—
Falling in and out, and meeting halfway.
No, its breadth stretches for eternity
And His presence is here for us today.

  We light the candle of love, knowing this:
  Love lays down his life for another’s bliss.

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Scripture references: Psalm 103:12; Isa 53:1–12; Rom 8:39; 2 Cor 5:21, 8:9; Phil 2:7; John 15:13, 17:5; Matt 27:45-50