Christmas Presence
And the Word became flesh, but what's truly wild:
He came not as a king, but as a small child.
He emptied himself that we all might be full
of his Holy Spirit; from crimson to wool.
He lived here beside us, among us he dwelt;
He died for our sins, on a cross bore our guilt.
He showed us our neighbor, did this perfect priest:
the sick and the hungry, the weakest, the least.
He came to confront us, to transform our minds,
to count it all joy in trials of all kinds.
In weakness: perfected; sufficient, his grace,
to run with endurance, this journey, this race.
For God wants us holy, to set us apart;
may Christ light the way in your home and your heart!
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In the sonnet stanza form, with 11 syllable lines
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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