(C) Glen B Powell 2005
This is a reflection on Joseph’s experience as step-dad to Jesus. We are all Imago Dei – made in the image of God.
Imago Dei – Video
A Christmas lounge room recording (2016).
Image of God – Lyrics
Just another single mum
From a public housing
place some call a
slum
Who couldn’t even name
The father of her son
Joe was only passing by
He caught the twinkle in her eye
Where angels feared to fly
He rushed in at the run
For we are all Imago Dei x2
n palaces of rock and iron
Nervous kings wake to a sign
That denies their claim divine
Playing god is not a game
Beneath angel stars so quiet
The darkest hour of a silent holy night
In the blood and shame and shite
The girl bleeds forth a babe
For we are all Imago Dei x2
So Joe, did you ever ask the sky
Why he had to be so unlike you
Couldn’t he have had your eyes?
Couldn’t he have had your smile?
So did you try to leave your mark?
Did you hit that bit too hard?
Did you break his childhood heart?
He’s still in you, but you’re not in him
You know He gets in under your skin
For we are all Imago Dei x2
Now Joe, do you think he’s always known?
His every extra mile
had one more to go
Turn the cheek and take the blow
Rejected just like Cain.
Could those angels all have lied?
Miracle child and virgin bride
Offered on the altar of your pride
In the fire of your pain
For we are all Imago Dei x2
© Glen Powell, 2005