1 We meet You, O Christ, in many a guise:
Your image we see in simple and wise.
You live in a palace, exist in a shack.
We see You, the gardener, a tree on Your back.
2 In millions alive, away and abroad;
Involved in our life You live down the road.
Imprisoned in systems, You long to be free.
We see You, Lord Jesus, still bearing Your tree.
3 We hear You, O Christ, in agony cry.
For freedom You march, in riots You die.
Your face in the papers we read and we see.
The tree must be planted by human decree.
4 You choose to be made at one with the earth;
The dark of the grave prepares for Your birth.
Your death is Your rising, creative Your word:
The tree springs to life and our hope is restored.
|First Line:||We meet You, O Christ, in many a guise|
|Title:||We Meet You, O Christ|
|Author:||Fred Kaan (1966)|
|Copyright:||Copyright © 1968 by Hope Publishing Company, Carol Stream, IL 60188. All rights reserved. Used with permission.|