No Comliness

No comliness in Him, we’re told,
Nor He with winning beauty graced;
Despised of man, put from the fold
Of welcomed caste, or greeted face.

But very God of very God,
Is measured thus of blinded man;
Rejected saint, don’t think it odd
When severed thus from your own clan.

Your pedigree in this is proved,
Else these would love with heart their own;
Nor such a hatred be so moved,
But where His sacred truth is sown.

That word you sow through painful tears,
By greater hands will watered be;
Till sinners called, and Christians jeered
Shall be owned of eternity.

And those who chose the lot of shame
For love of mercy’s favor shown,
Despised the darkness when it reigned,
And hate and truth together owned,

Shall consolation from the One
They loved through earthly trials sore
Watch follow them from sun to sun,
Till hate and trials be no more.

Charles Church 8/27/2022 9:40 PM