This is the sung version of a beautiful piece of poetry by Malcolm Guite. Malcolm has a collection of sonnets about to be published with Canterbury press. I’ll post his sonnet on the baptism of Christ here sometime in the next week or two.
They sought to soar into the skies
Those classic gods of high renown
For lofty pride aspires to rise
But you came down.
You dropped down from the mountains sheer
Forsook the eagle for the dove
The other Gods demanded fear
But you gave love.
Where chiseled marble seemed to freeze
Their abstract and perfected form
Compassion brought you to your knees
Your blood was warm.
They called for blood in sacrifice
Their victims on an altar bled
When no one else could pay the price
You died instead.
They towered above our mortal plain,
Dismissed this restless flesh with scorn,
Aloof from birth and death and pain,
But you were born.
Born to these burdens, borne by all
Born with us all ‘astride the grave’
Weak, to be with us when we fall,
And strong to save.