Jesus
What was it like
To leave the comforts of your heavenly home
The perfect love and fellowship of Father, Son, and Spirit
To put aside the unrestrained majesty and power
To dress your purity in flesh and stench
And take on helplessness and need
Did the angel’s celebration in the skies
Cause your little eyes to flutter
Suckling at your mother’s breast
Or nestled in the snuggly strips of cloth
Securely planted in the scratchy hay
Did the grunting and the snuffling of animals keep you awake
Did your parents get a wink of sleep
Or did dear Mary hover over you
In awe and yawning
Did the shepherds rest their dirty fingers
On your sweet smelling brow
How did Mary take this
Did she smile or flinch
Did Joseph chastise them to give you space
Because they clambered in, a noisy band they were
Breathless and excited
Did the glow of that fair star, the beacon bringing wise men, graze your skin
Lighting on you as you looked on wide-eyed
At those distinguished gentlemen who turned up at your door
Did their gifts at all enthrall you
Did their veneration turn your head
When they bowed before you
Did you understand they’d traveled from afar
A journey long and hard
Just to adore you
My brain cannot contain this strange idea
That God became a man, much less a babe
And when I ponder further
The reason that you graced this place
I’m floored
At your great sacrifice
Jesus
What was it like
I wonder
And I worship
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