A Canticle for Advent: The Promise of Ages

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I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die
For poor on’ry people like you and like I;
I wonder as I wander out under the sky.

When Mary birthed Jesus ’twas in a cow’s stall
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all
But high from God’s heaven, a star’s light did fall
And the promise of ages it then did recall.

If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing
A star in the sky or a bird on the wing
Or all of God’s Angels in heaven to sing
He surely could have it, ’cause he was the King

I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die
For poor on’ry people like you and like I;
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
~Appalachian Carol

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Peter, however, got up and ran to the tomb. Bending over, he saw the strips of linen lying by themselves, and he went away, wondering to himself what had happened.
Luke 24:12

Not a day goes by without my wandering wondering, trying to comprehend what happened that night He was born.  I try to wrap my mind around His death, and I cannot begin to fathom Him getting up and walking away from the tomb.

For poor ornery people like you and like I.   I wonder that He did that.  What wondrous love.

2 thoughts on “A Canticle for Advent: The Promise of Ages

  1. And the wandering and wondering in our darkness we will continue to do until we begin our true existence in His presence and behold that love that we could never, ever begin to comprehend in our earthly life.

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