Borne on Wings of Stormy Grandeur

As my last post indicated, I write a lot of hymns.  This is one I wrote a few years ago for advent.  For those of you who don't know, advent is the season of the church calendar that lasts for the four Sundays before Christmas.  It is a time of preparation and waiting, both for Christmas, when we remember Jesus' first coming, and for the Second Coming at the end of time.

Borne on Wings of Stormy Grandeur

Borne on wings of stormy grandeur

Now the Lord Most High descends

Suns dissolve before His splendor

Every mighty mountain bends.

Every tower built against him

Crashes to the foaming sea.

None now doubt that He is holy

Or deny his majesty.

Those who rose against their sovereign

Now before his armies flee,

Recognize their guilt and treason

When pure holiness they see.

Yet He runs to those who trusted

Holds them in a king’s embrace.

He who wields the sword of justice

Reaches out the hand of grace.

How is it that the eternal,

Infinite and great I Am

Could be bound within a body,

Gentle sacrificial Lamb?

Can infinity and weakness

In one soul be intertwined?

Why would He who spins the planets

Reach to touch my shadowed mind?

To the void His voice cried out once;

Every word He spoke came true.

Still His word, though now incarnate,

Sounds forth, making things anew.

He from Heaven to Earth descended

Us from Earth to Heaven to raise;

By His brokenness He mended

Souls who now adore and praise.