Incarnation Of Jesus

As the Polaris shines at day-night, night-day transition And lightens up nooks and crannies of all eight directions To confirm the covenant as per David's tradition The Virgin brought forth the prism of multi-hued reflections As per the saints' and sages' prophecies, the endless Word From the tiny town of Bethlehem, he began his strife As perceived by the Spirit, he'd rewrite history's pages. He'd be at the helm like a good captain, risking his life. The spark of the eternal and divine word in nature That, once, was with the omnipresent and omnipotent Pitched his tent amidst human folk as their loving neighbour. Spreading light like the galaxy, bright and magnificent Renouncing the glorious heavenly thrones, he descended. History, for a while, like a faint clock, stood suspended.