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We have seen His Glory -Some Christmas Doggerel by Robin Dawson The Word became flesh and dwelt among us. We have seen his glory... Glory? What glory? The glory of unmarried parents The glory of having your first hours puzzled over by smelly shepherds The glory of knowing you have been touched by a woman subject to bleeding The glory of having your wisdom wilfully misinterpreted by the uncomprehending The glory of quiet conversations that sound the depths of souls The glory of washing feet and sharing bread and wine The glory of obedience in that dark garden The glory of an agonising, slow, public, naked death The glory of the empty tomb The glory of breakfast for tired fishermen cooked at dawn on a beach by a calm lake The glory of dawning comprehension This is no glorious glory This is the glory of the One and Only Robin Dawson
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