The Baby, Redeemer
At the beginning of the world You were there as Word
and created the world; You came to this troubled world
through the maiden who conceived You by the Holy Spirit,
and now, You are laid in a manger in a little village in Judea.
The stars in the sky though manifest Father’s glory
the darkness dominates the earth, and in this darkness,
the baby sleeps under swaying candle light, nonetheless,
from the baby’s tightly held palms, blood oozes out to smart
the eyes of sinners
behind the smile of the sleeping baby
who is able to see or to sense the dark shadow covered path
that the baby would walk through as he grows to adulthood?
To sooth the unbearable pain from the flogging whip
He calls to the Father to repay it with love
who perceives or understands the fall to the ground
hidden behind the dark shadow?
The bright star shines in the east
though the maiden immaculate as a lily stands in the field alone.
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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