What place is this, that my dear Lord should be
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- What place is this, that my dear Lord should be
The host, a guest in our world’s frame set free;
Unmade, begotten, dark dispelling Light,
Our Sun, our warmth, a radiancy so bright;
He shaped how God should look in time, in space,
We glimpsed his glory, full of truth and grace; - What place is this, that my dear Lord should find
A glad confinement as his mother’s kind;
All safely lodged, well mangered and adored,
Uncommon God, in common flesh restored.
A child long promised for our saving good,
Whose hands were shaped for work with nails and wood. - What place is this, that my dear Lord should feed
His friends such rich provisions for their need;
Last Supper gifts, his flesh and blood, the seal
And token of a covenantal meal.
Give thanks for Christ, our sustenance divine;
Rejoice that God is found in bread and wine.
© John Beer, December 2008