I quoted this last night at our evening worship service. One of the attendees was intrigued by it and I promised to post it on the blog. Here it is!
Oh let me then, his strange love still admire:
Kings pardon, but he bore our punishment.
And Jacob came clothed in vile harsh attire
But to supplant, and with gainful intent:
God clothed himself in vile man’s flesh, that so
He might be weak enough to suffer woe.
John Donne, The Complete English Poems (Penguin 1996 pg 313)
