until males and nations have been at peace.
He got here when the Heavens have been unsteady,
and prisoners cried out for launch.
He didn’t await the proper time.
He got here when the necessity was deep and nice.
He dined with sinners in all their grime,
turned water into wine.
He didn’t wait until hearts have been pure.
In pleasure he got here to a tarnished world of sin and doubt.
To a world like ours, of anguished disgrace
he got here, and his Gentle wouldn’t exit.
He got here to a world which didn’t mesh,
to heal its tangles, defend its scorn.
Within the thriller of the Phrase made Flesh
the Maker of the celebrities was born.
We can’t wait until the world is sane
to lift our songs with joyful voice,
for to share our grief, to the touch our ache,
He got here with Love: Rejoice! Rejoice!