Come Lord Jesus

My father wrote this Christmas hymn many years ago. Lately, I find myself humming or singing snatches of it while I drive or feed animals.

That God Became
Henri D Pote

That God became our brother through Christ’s birth,
When in the ox-stall Mary’s Baby came,
I know – for it was Man of my own earth
That God became.

We were a needy lot, all much the same
In bitterness of heart and spirit dearth,
Though some had heard God speak to them by name.

Then in a wakening night of holy mirth,
Angels filled the sky with loud acclaim
To that wee child of fingers-spanning girth
That God became

It’s certainly related to last week’s post, though I honestly couldn’t tell you whether the song inspired the post or writing the post reminded me of the song.

Today, I feel very mixed emotions…and am shedding a few tears…as I ponder these lines. It’s been 13 months since Papa went home with Jesus.  Every Christmas, Papa and Mama would sing this song, together.  The song certainly carries nostalgia for me…but it’s so much more than just nostalgia.

It’s the message of the song…

It’s the message of my last post…which is a similar theme to the song…

It’s knowing that, today, Papa is in the arms of the Savior he trusted to get him there…

It’s knowing Papa well enough to be honest about his failings as well as his strengths and his faith…

It’s David Rupert’s post about not becoming grumpy and old…

It’s Kelli Woodford’s post about the fragility of life and the awful amazing risk of placing an infant in a manger, in a world of wolves, and trusting that infant with the eternal destiny of the human race…

It’s Rick Dawson’s post about no such thing as a true ‘cure’ in this life…

It’s Candace Jo’s post tying the first advent to the second advent…and singing “Oh come, oh come, Emmanuel” in longing for His second coming as well as in celebration of His first coming…

It’s recalling how Papa, as he aged, as he lost his hearing, as dementia began to steal his memories…how he became more thankful…more full of praise…more patient…more kind…more full of grace…more confident of God’s love…

It’s a deep thankfulness that Jesus chose to become a man…to live among us…to suffer and die for us…

It’s a deep longing to become more like Christ…recognition that I can never accomplish that…faith that He can and will accomplish it…

It’s a deep sorrow over the loss, pain and brokenness in this life…

It’s a deep joy in Christ…

It’s a deep longing for His return…

Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus!

 

[Linked to Messy Marriage, Unforced Rythms, Wellspring ]

25 thoughts on “Come Lord Jesus

    • Absolutely, Brenda!

      I’m glad you’re enjoying and appreciating the song.

      If I had any musical talent, I would have recorded Papa’s music with the lyrics. Perhaps I can convince one of my multitalented syblings to do that for me…

      Thank you, my friend!

  1. How powerful and beautiful! What talent that your father would even attempt to write a carol/hymn and then for it to be so touching. I would also love to hear the tune. What a treasure for your family. Thank you for sharing my post too. Blessings, Joe!

    • Thank you, Candace Jo! I really enjoyed your recent post about looking forward to the second advent while celebrating the first.

      It really struck a chord in me….

  2. It’s a lovely and inspiring song, Joe. I wish I had the musical talent to try to sing it – I can “see” the melody, but if I tried, the dogs would cover their ears.

    As a complete change of pace – here’s my contribution to the Christmas music canon, a rewrite of a popular secular song…

    “Up on the housetop, reindeer pause,
    Oh, dear God, it’s Santa Claus!
    In an overloaded sled, it’s runners bowed,
    Way over our roof’s rated load.
    Ho, ho, ho, there the rafters go,
    Ho, ho, ho, look out below!
    Down through the housetop, quick, quick, quick,
    and into the cellar falls good Saint Nick.”

    Engineer creativity, I guess.

    • Andrew, Fantastic.

      Joe, Thank you. I have already written down the notes for the melody, now I want my guitarist friend to see what he can do with it. It feels like it needs a guitar rather than a piano. I am enjoying this a great deal and would like to share it with the church. I’m no pro, but I can carry a tune. If your sibs could put it together, I’d love to see how close we are to the version. I don’t write music, I play it. God definitely gave me this one.

    • Hah!

      As a structural engineer specializing in the design of open web steel joists, I can fully appreciate your humor!

      Every time I read of massive snowstorms anywhere in the country, I respond by searching with Google to see if any roofs collapsed.

      Thank you, Andrew!

  3. Precious post Joe, precious to have a Godly father to draw encouragement from even after he has went home to be with the Lord. This post makes me want to leave the same heritage to my children.

    • Thank you, Betty!

      Yes, I also think often of what heritage I am leaving my children, step-children and grandchildren.

      Have a very Merry Christmas!

  4. This can be such a bittersweet season, Joe … No wonder we need a Savior. May He pour great comfort and hope into your soul … And may this tune continue to wend its healing way through your head and heart.

    • Thank you, so much, Linda!

      Yes, these days joy and sorrow seem to cohabitate in my soul…that seems much the way things are in this life…

      Have a blessed Christmas!

  5. Our God speaks to us in so many precious ways, doesn’t He, Joe? Music, words from friends, memories, and so much more. It’s a beautiful mix of reflection and inspiration found in this post. Thank you for sharing it with Unforced Rhythms.

    • “Our God speaks to us in so many precious ways…”

      Yes, He does! And I so appreciate how He does that…like an ongoing continual conversation as we go about our daily lives…if we only take time to listen.

      Thank you, Beth!

  6. What a blessed man you are to have had a father give you such a poem – and such a heritage. That’s how God meant this father-child relationship to be. I’m so sorry for your loss, but rejoice with you at the man of faith he was. I didn’t have that in my life – and reading stories of others, like you, has helped me learn more about the God as loving father! Thanks for sharing it so beautifully!

    • Yes, I have been very blessed in so many ways.

      God is so good to us…such a loving Father and faithful Friend!

      Thank you, BCM!

  7. I count myself blessed to have found my need for a savior far greater than the need to keep up appearances, and the gift of the loving heart of the Father as made manifest in family precious beyond my ability to express.

    Thank you again, Joe, for sharing your father – and I am more grateful that we share a heavenly Father – but please introduce me to yours when we get to where we’re going (as Brad Paisley put it so well).

  8. Thank you for the memories of your dad and what beautiful words he wrote about the birth and what God became. I understand your loss and the deep sense of longing for more and the desire for Jesus to fill those empty places. This will be my first Christmas without my mom and my heart aches and rejoices for her all at the same time. Christmas blessings to you and yours!

    • That cohabitation of heartache and joy seems so contradictory…yet I’m coming to see it as maybe what we Christians should expect as the ‘norm’ in this life…the natural outcome of being recreated beings living in a fallen world…of being filled with His light while living in a world of darkness…

      You have a blessed Christmas, too, my friend!

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