(For many years it has been my custom to write a poem each Christmas, recognizing that the awesome wonder of the Incarnation is as much an emotion to be absorbed as it is a truth to be embraced. As published in our weekly worship guide for December 23, here is this year’s version.)
Amidst the cries of clan and creeds,
of visions lost within the weeds,
and warring words and dueling deeds,
The Prince of Peace was born.
While all the world was trapped in night,
And wrong seemed stronger than the right,
There came a bright and heavenly light,
That blessed Christmas morn.
To shepherds as they watched their sheep,
Their nightly vigil thus to keep,
A voice proclaimed both loud and deep:
“Go worship Him adorned.”
The found Him in a manger bare,
For better quarters none could spare,
Still, with His mother’s loving care,
The swaddling cloths were worn.
Surrounded by both man and beast,
And soon those wise men from the east,
A witness both to great and least,
Just as it was foresworn.
And though the years have now gone by,
And some still question what and why,
This truth will never fade or die:
That child to us was born.