The soul has much to say
Behold He comes...(Merry Christmas!)
More than
two millennia
ago
The greatest gift
ever
was given
Born
of
a virgin
in a city
of little
renown
The Great Physician
for mankind's
condition
was here
Almighty God
clothed
in flesh
The Ancient of Days
had come
to earth
Heaven's Rose
planted in anything
but Eden
The Father's
very best
offered
to a world
unworthy
of such a jewel
Perfection
wrapped in
swaddling clothes
Royalty
coming to us
by way
of a pauper
No chariots
No horns
No kingly garments
His floor
a bed
of hay
His ceiling
the very stars
He created
Forgiveness
lay in a
manger
Salvation
wrapped His
tiny fingers
around
a carpenter's
thumb
The reason
for the season
that is our life
...had arrived
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Behold He comes...(Merry Christmas!)
Behold He comes...(Merry Christmas!)
