Rooted and Grounded

Emanuel
“Come, O Come,” we sing
Emanuel
come be our King

Emanuel
God born below
Emanuel
with seeds to sow

a babe
an infant
Emanuel
small, soft, warm
God in human form

a boy
a youth
Emanuel
He begins to show
a destiny His parents know

a youth
a man
Emanuel
His Father’s work
He’ll never shirk

a man
a rabbi
Emanuel
with healing hands
comes to touch
not make a stand

Emanuel
He’s been betrayed
taken roughly
as He prayed

Emanuel
shows no fight
shows no power
shows no might

Emanuel
God with us
hangs bruised and beaten
all is lost

Emanuel
He’s in the tomb
and we’re all hiding in a room

Emanuel
is this your plan?
Maybe God shouldn’t be a man

Glory shines from
an empty tomb
and none can ever sing our doom
for God was man–Emanuel
and now He’s conquered death as well

O come, O come Emanuel
and ransom captive, Israel
again.

MaryBeth Mullin Copyright 2020