He made a way:

Willie Mullan (1911-1980)

This is a poem written by Willie which is often asked for

God manifest in flesh, oh wonder to behold

Creative power within the breast that felt the blast of cold.

God in our likeness made, oh may we understand

The One who made the wondering worlds appears as lowly man

He stood within the realm He fashioned with a thought,'

 His creatures gazed upon Him; alas they knew Him not,

 They cried out for His blood, His claims cast down as dross,

 They spat upon His princely face, and then nailed Him to a cross.

 But He made the tree for that cross of wood.

 He made the hill, on which it stood,

 And in some hidden vein of land

He made the steel that pierced each hand;

 He made the sun which hid its face;

He made the fathers of that race

 Who, in their hatred knew Him not.

He made the fiends with which He fought

 And there, in death, He made a way Back to Himself eternally.