Once upon a time-less this
Much the same: much amiss
Was a crying baby boy
Prince of Peace, bundle of joy!
All in All, he came as One
There in straw lay heaven’s Son
First-born Word and living Bread
Dark brown curls upon his head
Not with trumpets jubilee,
Focal point of history
Only shepherds and some sages
Came to see the Rock of Ages
Two poor parents, penniless
Saw him there and bore witness
Boy became a servant man
Savior too (redemption plan!)
Vagabond and Timeless King
Leper toucher, white dove’s wing
Taught the teachers, stood his ground
Sin was sought, but none was found
Men and women, whitewashed tombs
Baleful minds, corrupted wombs
So it seemed . . .
But that is how our God redeemed:
By a death, a sacrifice
To a T, he paid the price
Bloody purchase, Mercy bought
Freedom from a murder plot
To buy away the pain of death
With his last, our second breath
The Father knew it must be he:
R e s u r r e c t i o n Symphony!
Now each son (and every daughter)
Sees the Light and drinks the Water
Spirit Wind, and River Love
From one small child, born of above
Ever more God’s Sacred Son
He saved us once. Now, it is done!
That is kinda like the Reason
Or a Symptom of the Season
Celebrate? Oh sure we love it!
God’s own will won’t rise above it
But, his will is also down
Infinite. Eternal Crown.
Majesty! Glory! Grace!
Come to earth to see your face
And Hoobastank, they sang a part
An earthly tune of body/heart
But Music is a song of soul
(add body/heart, your mind is whole)
It’s a story, not of death,
But evergreen in winter’s breath
[An image, a good one: a frost-covered rose
Behind it, a green tree. There’s more, I suppose]
An epic tale, it’s never-ending
In it together, space-time bending
Christmas tells the story too
The Reason is . . . (no pause): It’s You.
But that’s not quite it either, see
That God was born for you and me
It’s for the hooker, brutish pimp
Spitters of spite and children who limp
For Leon the Liar and tweakers on buses
One lonely woman, a preacher who cusses
For hardworking humans, cheaters who slack
Rock stars who have it, and losers who lack
But why even do it, make it at all,
Create a pure garden, and then watch it fall?
Why was the cosmos altered so?
Why choose a dragon (with fire) as a foe?
Why spotless lamb death, from one peasant birth?
Why place that garden right here on earth?
Love is the answer. He tells us that much.
And we must love likewise. Constantly such,
that it flows through this Season and then into spring
And into forever and ever-y thing
God has his reason and reasons and seasons
and his own meter and rhyme scheme too, apparently,
because I can’t even keep up with him,
and he keeps throwing down the lines
and giving us gifts under all trees, right?
I pray you, take a dose of cheer:
Emmanuel. He’s with us!
God, take it from here . . .