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| Hans Gruener |
God entering the world he made?
So unannounced, so ordinary
Born like us but poorly laid.
Could angels come alive with song
For any other promised birth?
Could Heaven once again resound
For such unworldly worth?
Perhaps if we would open up
Our hearts to him in prayer
A fleshly stable can be filled
New music in the air.
And as we grow in following
His star will guide our days
And God will change his world again
Through vessels born of clay.
