He is the one who thunders through the heavens yet whispers to our hearts. Who reigns victorious yet bows to serve the broken. He is God in the fury, God in the silence. He is Jesus.
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Silence & Fury

It was that silent night When the stars turned their gaze to marvel at the Earth When the heavens gathered breathless round a lowly stable When a young mother wept tears of worship, falling on the baby in her arms And the song of the Earth arose in Bethlehem Soft as the tender beating of his heart And all was calm; all was bright

Yet could this be the same God of Abraham, the Conqueror of Israel? This baby, this fragile life? Is this child the one who burned his name in rapture across the gasping skies? Whose voice spoke the oceans into crashing rhythms Who crafted the mountains into guardians of the firmament Whose hand ignited the thirst of the deserts And the warring surge of the elemental hosts Who breathed life from dust Broke the oppressor’s rule Scattered the chains of his people like sand And led them through the wilderness with the pillar of flame

Is this child the one whose presence billowed thunderous on Sinai’s peak Who surrounded Job with the roaring wind Stood defiant in the raging furnace Wrote judgment against tyrants And blazed on the lips of the prophets Scorching History’s pages with the fury of his might

Could this be the same God who chose to come as the vulnerable king Setting his throne on straw and manger Drawing forth the tears of shepherds Receiving the gifts of wandering travellers His fame unknown in this world

He is Jesus The one who thunders through the heavens yet whispers to our hearts Who reigns victorious yet bows to serve the broken He is God in the fury, God in the silence He holds this mystery balanced in his hands Holds our questions til they lose their need Until all we see is Him

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