Nothing Can Compare

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seeing this we fall to our knees. We

Wouldn’t be willing to stop being

Human he became willing to stop

Being wholly of light approachable

To become human and die as a

Helpless creature died in that

Jewish rite so that it’s drenching

Blood could besprinkle in its

Deep cleansing.
 

How can we

Understand this?
 

Being human what can we do

But bow, and believe now, or

When glory leaves all he made

Transformed, or stricken?

 

 

 

                           G.E.  Schwartz