Long ago was the prophecy told
of a boy that would grace the earth;
it was writ of him that he would uphold
the throne of David from birth.
He shall be called Wonderful Counselor,
Mighty God, and Prince of Peace,
likewise our Father who lasts forever,
whose reign will never cease.
Though he was born in just a trough
as he descended from heaven, his home,
and though he left us, pierced on a cross,
resurrected, he sits enthroned.
Humbly our King stepped down from above
counting his glory no loss;
for Jesus came to show mercy and love
to the outcast, to the lost.
Christ the Lord was righteous and just
seeking not riches or fame;
he only sought to find men he could trust
that would spread the gospel, his name.
Even as Jesus was hung on the cross,
he asked his Father to forgive,
yet our souls cannot even fathom the cost
of what Christ our Savior did.
Three days later he rose from the depths,
saving us all from our sin;
never could we measure the breadth
of the love he showers us in.
This boy who was born many years ago,
by shepherd and wisemen adored,
is also the one by whom we will go
as we fall at the feet of our Lord.
Memories and dreams swirl together
Creating this awful, inclement weather.
Deeply you delve in your muddy mind
In search of division, hoping to find
An obvious chasm or sizable space
Like that between the eyes on your face,
But no such distinction is there to be had;
The two intertwine, ironclad.
Memories of yesterday and those from youth
Seem to be fading and yielding their truth,
But you have no power to tell them, “No,”
And so they muddle, so they go.
Dreams hover like breath in the cold
For they seem so vibrant, and eerily bold,
As if you lived them once before
Or are these moments still in store?
Your lungs thump while your heart breathes
As you wish these backward days would leave,
Though you see no sign of soon relief
So again you strain to find belief.
But then you realize the truth they share
That latches the two and holds them there;
You come to peace, with the grey in between,
To dream of memories and remember the dreams.
I knew from the very beginning, by the beat in my blood,
that I was born to live and born to shine and born to be
Although the storm raged, I always felt peace in the flood,
even when darkness was all around, I could always see
I knew in my heart I was different, somewhere deep down
the beckoning thrived and it spoke to me with clarity:
It was as if the High King of all the universe, crowned,
stooped to revive my soul, saying with utmost sincerity:
All doubt has gone from my lungs, for ardently and inward I yearn
to impact this enormous world with one selfless
In humility and grace to serve and to love I burn;
To breathe bright and believe in the light, as all else
The dream remains to someday dwell as one heart
with all creation, just as the Lord intended from day one,
For I, like every other, by Christ have been set apart
To take part in this glorious work, which has only just begun:
Born into oblivion, magnified by youth
Onto the vast lens of this place called earth,
We see but a speck, though to us it’s our truth
For we’ve known nothing else since our birth.
Our hearts latch on, our nails scrape the walls
Because we fear the unknown outside of our hands;
We perceive as torrents these delicate squalls,
We know not the unlimited measure of sands.
But then in the scope, corrected is our gaze
As we recognize the frailty of our souls;
It is now that we’re found yet lost in this maze
That tugs on us from those opposite poles.
We question our vigor, we doubt our past
For the myth of infancy has been derailed,
And silently we pause to sigh, alas,
Until we admit that life’s short, and we’re frail.
There in the manger his body lay,
Wrapped in his mother’s arms;
For there was no other place to stay
To keep this child warm.
The night was quiet and filled with peace
As shepherds came to see,
Just as the wisemen from the east,
Down on bended knee.
They brought their gifts of good intent,
All they had to spare:
Myrrh, gold, and frankincense
They laid before him there.
But little did these gentlemen know
What this boy would do;
Not even his parents who watched him grow
Could have known what Jesus knew.
This baby boy all wrapped in cloth
Was God in flesh from above;
He had come to rescue the lost,
To let them feel his love.
This little babe so still and sweet
Is our redeeming King;
One day in heaven, Him we’ll meet
And praises we will sing.
Christmas is the time of year
We think of this young boy,
But always we should have this cheer
For Christ is our true joy.