Evelyn Underhill's poem Immanence takes the reader into the eternally love-filled purposes of God in Christ. Advent is about the God who comes, and through the transparent subterfuge of love and eternally patient purpose.
I come in the little things,
Saith the Lord:
My starry wings
I do forsake,
Love's highway of humility to take;
Meekly I fit my stature to your need,
In beggar's part
about your gates I shall not cease to plead —
As man, to speak with man —
Till by such art
I shall achieve My immemorial plan.
To pass the low lintel of the human heart.
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