In tiniest form, in smallest frame.
Born to offer blind their sight,
Into the darkness shone great Light.
Infancy bore Deity in one breath.
Behold Love of incomparable depth!
Manger held what grave could not,
The Life of a Lamb without spot.
His cry in the night, a trumpet sound –
“God with us – the lost are found!”
Shepherd and wise, young and old,
All enslaved to sins death hold,
Bow the knee and look to Him,
This Christ born in Bethlehem.
House of Bread held Bread of Life,
Savior in sinful arms held tight.
Sent from Father to man depraved
Son rejected, scorned, hated – to save
The highest, lowest, needy and great
From slavery, fear and sin’s earned fate.
For you and me, born to die,
God with skin on hung up high
On tree of battered, rugged wood
Trimmed with water, nails, and blood.
Living water gushing forth,
Sweeping up hearts in lavish force,
All caught up in waves of love
Pouring out from Father above.
Behold the Christmas Lamb, the Child
Who died to save these hearts so wild,
To bring us in, call us His own,
To rule our hearts, His humble throne.
Denise
Copyright 2009 Sharon Denise Dorminy
