O King of our desire whom we despise,
King of the nations never on the throne,
Unfound foundation, cast-off cornerstone,
Rejected joiner, making many one,
You have no form or beauty for our eyes,
A King who comes to give away his crown,
A King within our rags of flesh and bone.
We pierce the flesh that pierces our disguise,
For we ourselves are found in you alone.
Come to us now and find in us your throne,
O King within the child within the clay,
O hidden King who shapes us in the play
Of all creation. Shape us for the day
Your coming Kingdom comes into its own.
Jesus can often seem a very inconvenient king. There are many more attractive idols which we can set in the throne of our heart. Sex, wealth and power are the usual culprits, together with the all pervasive worship of self. However these glittering objects of desire prove very cruel masters in the end, as we are entrapped and destroyed by their fatal lure.
Jesus is no glitzy king, no Hollywood superstar, he has no beauty that we should desire him. He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief:and we hid as it were our faces from him;he was despised, and we esteemed him not. 
Yet this is a king who has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows, a king who was wounded for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities. A hidden king revealed to us this Christmas season as a helpless baby, a king ready to receive us, a king ready to be very close to us if we are prepared to make room for him by throwing out all lesser kings and making a humble home for Him in a contrite heart.
For if we make room for Him he is willing to reveal himself, as lord of all creation, the risen Lamb, to whom eventually every knee will bow and every tongue confess that, he is King of glory now.
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