Pristine Grace

John 1:14
by Henry Mahan

"And the word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, and we beheld HIS GLORY, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth."

     My friends, if you will carefully consider it, this is the most extraordinary fact ever declared in human language. God became a man and "took upon Him the likeness of sinful flesh." The Ancient of Days became an infant of days. The Son of the Most High God became a man of sorrows. He made the world; but as a man, "he had no place to lay His head." He who made the rivers asked a woman to give Him a drink of water. He who cast out devils was tempted of the devil, and the author of life died and lay in a tomb. LISTEN TO THE POET: 

"His fingers formed the bough which grew
the thorns that crowned His brow; 
The nails which pierced His hands were mined
in secret places He designed; 
He made the forest whence there sprung
the tree on which His body hung; 
He died on a cross of wood, 
yet He made the hill on which it stood; 
The sun that hid from Him its face
by His own hand was hung in space; 
The sky which darkened o'er His head
by Him above the world was spread; 
The spear that shed His precious blood
was tempered in the fires of God; 
The grave in which His form was laid
was hewn in rocks His hand had made."