Ths Shadows of Hebrews

What a friend we have in Him
Who tells us plain and true
What He has done in ages past,
What He does, what He will do.
Who opens a window from myopic earth
Upon His majestic, inscrutable throne
And allows such feeble creatures
Long glimpses at the Unknowable and the Unknown.
While if He were here on earth
He wouldn’t be a priest at all,
Because these are only shadows
Of the fullness of His call
The greater cannot come into Himself
By leaving the fulfillment of His position
To inhabit something lesser,
To force such a transition
Would be to abdicate in full
And if our full role be unfurled,
We are only to echo the Reigning Almighty
Into a noisy, clanging world
Imitating the High Priest who now serves
In the heavenliest of places
On our behalf, our Gift and Sacrifice
Interceding with tender graces
Until we stand broad-shouldered
In the shadow of His wing
And lift our voice in testimony;
One united witness bring

As worship before the One True King.

Hebrews 8