Nativity Part 5
Then it all happened in an instant
The last push was pushed
My hand was squeezed
By a might I didn’t know she had.
He came screaming past
The chasms of fate
Brandishing no scepter
Wearing no crown.
A boy child that
Looked like any other,
Except that I knew better
Even the animals did.
What a strange manner
You chose from on high,
That your strength and splendour
Would come as one so weak.
Many knees were bent that night
And many heads were bowed,
Later I heard that wise men came
And shepherds who’d seen
Angels singing in the hills.
I heard that a heavenly light
Had guided them here
To give gifts
To this most fragile king.
I don’t quite remember
For my head never left the ground
My knees never straightened
And all I could think was,
He’s here!
He’s finally here!
The great Son
Of the Great I Am!
He who parted the Red Sea
And protected our people
With pillars of fire in the night
Is finally here!
I didn’t even think of Mary
In an instant secondary,
Not that I didn’t care
That she would heal or not,
Rather that hope itself
Was in the room,
So how could I despair?
Upon seeing his face
And slender form
Wrapped up in cloth
All fears and doubts
Simply perished,
And left in their place
Only wonder
Only praise
Only adoration.
This is Christmas
This is joy
In this precious little boy,
Here is hope
I see it plain
That by this child
Death may be slain.
Copyright © Vaughan Wesley | Year Posted 2019
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