Immanuel's Throne
Written
by Graham Oakes
© 2008 All Rights Reserved
All our hurts and all our tears,
all our shattered hopes and fears,
all our wounds that scar the years
lie heavy on our hearts
which beat in earth's captivity,
dark rhythm of humanity,
we need a new nativity
to sing a better song.
The skies are filled with ancient light
as timeless angels hover bright
to shake the shepherds from their night
and greet a brand new day
which, promised long, has now appeared
to bring strong hope to those who feared
and challenge what should be revered
by this low world of men.
And so in Bethlehem is found
a manger, set on holy ground,
with nature closing all around
in worship and sweet praise
which sings creation's birthing song,
as stars and angels join the throng,
wise men and shepherds here belong
united by the Son.
O come, and faithful be your word,
O come, and see this infant Lord,
O come and all in one accord
fall at Immanuel's throne
which is not made of wood and straw,
nor bounded by the rule of Law,
nor weakened by man's fatal flaw,
but shines with Sovereign Grace.
