So That We Might Touch His Hem
SO THAT WE MIGHT TOUCH HIS HEM
heaven’s masterpiece
steps down from His throne
no fear of a baby born here
we identify with our own form
our Master gentle and kind
the Creator shows us the way
God’s perfect mediator
Himself incarnate
still we look up and see the stars
look down and see the orb
we stand on as it hovers in space
not easy to explain
His holy kiss
the washing of feet
the tears and hugs
the transfiguration—
the A-W-E of God
walking on water
the W-O-W of God
this newborn babe born in Bethlehem
will be called
Wonderful Counselor*
Mighty God
Everlasting Father
Prince of Peace
At His awesomeness we fall like dead men at His feet
As a starlit babe we view Him in a way we can understand
both Man and God, Deliverer and Judge
Christmas day upon us, may we hold His hem, kiss the Son
Let us stand, raise our hands in awe of Him, who commands
12/23/2018
Isaiah 9:6-7 Old Testament prophecy
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