The Crib and the Cry;
The animals in wonder.
The Cross and the Why;
The people in blunder.
Was this Jesus the Son of God?
As a baby surely not!
As a man, upon a cross, surely, no.
What would it look like if God came to earth;
In disguise, as one of us?
Would we see it?
Would we know?
Of course we wouldn’t, so off we go.
Doing our thing, without a thought;
Of the One who made us,
And saved us, our salvation bought.
And so he is placed in a cattle feeding trough;
We remember this day, as smooth not rough.
But splinters are had in cribs and crosses.
In his body once wrapped; and in his body wracked.
Here He is, Jesus, to us all from sin-slumber woken.
Calling us out to the light, in the fight, from the night, not by might;
That we can live his life in joy,
The treasure of heaven; food for the world;
All in that baby, God’s plan unfurls.
So go on, take your cue in the pew of a sinless Saviour – phew!
Hear his cry; unwrap your presents.
Know his joy; unwrap your heart.
See the glory and the pain;
That this season holds truth,
For now we know the Lord God reigns.