He hath no form nor comeliness
That he should be desired,
No beauty in his countenance
That he might be admired.
No natural beauty rests on him,
Not thus will he be found.
He is a rod from Jesse's stem,
A root out of dry ground.
When he stood on Jordan's shore,
There soon to be baptized,
No one knew him as he was,
He was not recognized.
He knew hunger, he knew thirst,
When Laz'rus died, he wept.
Fully God, yet wholly man,
All in him is kept.
He is a man as we are men,
He draws our human breath;
He walks our dusty streets with us,
He shares our Nazareth.
He who knows me as I am,
Who walks where I have trod,
Identifies himself with me
To bring me close to God.
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That is the purpose of God becoming man isn't it, to bring us close to him. I like the way CS Lewis puts it (I'm entrenched in his writings these days.)
On Jesus having an "unfair advantage" if he is indeed God: "If I am drowning in a rapid river, a man who still has one foot on the bank may give me a hand which saves my life. Ought I to shout back (between my gasps) 'No, it's not fair! You have an advantage! Your keeping one foot on the banck'? That advantage-call it "unfair" if you like-is the reason why he can be of any use to me. To what will you look for help if you will not look to that which is stronger than yourself?"
Wonderful poem.
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