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December 16-25, 2018
this world’s ruin surrounds me creation’s wrack and wreck its tattered crumbling rock frail shelter for this fragile life swaddled here in bits of cloth I who spoke worlds into being inhabit what has been made the creator become creature my power proscribed by a choice I made long before this world constrained within weakness I have neither speech nor power am weak yet honour is being given me I have been receiving guests in my adopted throne room who by their presence praise this most lowly of all mankind their eyes ablaze with wonder humble spirits humbly bow before their new born king adore the one before them laid wonder dancing on their faces unconcerned to find me here so far from that day long past that day we formed their first father breathed our life into his lungs gave to him their first mother rejoiced to hear their song of joy in the day that all was very good long before their need of me long infinities after our love affirmed I would be the one who would return their need to joy they have given me welcome these low men of the field stars shining in their eyes then, excited share their news run on feet too slow for joy rush into my father’s town loud and joyful praising God their cries that light had come waking their sleeping neighbours proclaiming to those in darkness that their long expected hope had come! had come, now, at this very time had come, here, to this very town the promised one had come! would live as one of them eat and breathe and sleep as they ate and breathed and slept unknowing I would also die that they themselves may not and live again to prove their joy had come creation goes on around me tyrant realms rise to fall grass bends to gentle breeze lover’s hands feel tender warmth astounded voices softly whisper and I lie, helpless, dependent on these two, who themselves also helpless and dependent from us receive their breath as frail as I have now become we weary three take our rest silent beneath the glorious stars we three spoke into their place on a day so many days ago to declare our glory to the Earth remind a fallen mankind of us give them the sign to find me who for them will give his all again these stars, these two tired faces smile peaceful down upon me and I must learn their names again must learn everything again make my way on this side of glory grow from babe to child to man to lamb these with whom my life is bound whose faltering lips and shaking hands do as best as can to please our God they will remind me of all I know will guard my way to all I am
Inspired by "What Child is This" by William Chatterton Dix
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