A Christmas Poem

by Steve Loggins

12/21/09

Mystery of God Incarnate, a babe in manger lay

In humble cave of Bethlehem, the One He sent to save

the world from man’s own folly, God now condescends

to shrink Himself to mortal flesh, to renew us as His friends.

O Blessed night of Coming! His advent to this earth

of sin and shame and heartache, such promise in His Birth!

We have someone to save us, from all that we may do

This little Babe, no sin has He, the First Man made anew.

The shepherds are the only ones to hear the angels sing

that God has come to Bethlehem, a stable holds The King,

Emmanuel, Messiah born, the Christ Child fully here

O blessed night of happening! A night to calm our fear.

A maiden fair, a handsome man, entrusted with His care

They have no home, no place to go, only the clothes they wear

Troubled times, with dangers near, the First family embarks

On a journey of faith that culminates with Jesus on a cross.

So now it starts, this Holy night of serene nativity,

The star is lit to guide the way for men to come to Thee.