O come, all ye faithful

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant.

O come, all ye faithful, lonely, broken-hearted.

O come, all ye faithful, despised and rejected.

Come ye, o come ye, to Bethlehem--

where Power and Love so great lies down, so small and vulnerable.

Come and behold him, born the King of Angels,

a servant and a slave,

a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.

O come, let us adore him,

who had no form or comliness that we should look at him.

O come, let us adore him,

who had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him.

O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord,

who knows just exactly how much it really, truly sucks here sometimes,

and who loves us without

ever

ever

ever

letting go.

 photo:  Andy Bruner

photo:  Andy Bruner

Merry Christmas, faithful ones.  

However faithfulness looks today,

joyful and triumphant, or lonely and broken-hearted, 

you are beloved.

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