Imagine the humility
Of a Creator
Penning Himself into the story
He’d been writing,
Not as a powerful ruler
Resplendent with glory,
Nor a scrappy rebel
Raising up a militia,
But as helpless babe in Bethlehem
In need of milk and warmth
And the magic of a mother’s touch.
God made flesh-
The Most Powerful One
Making a cosmic flex
Unlike any we’d ever seen
Or will ever see a again-
Immeasurable power used in defence
Of the powerless
For the redemption of the irredeemable
And for the coming of Kingdom
As unshakable as the hills.
The birth of Christ
Ushered in a new age
Where a path to glory
Was forged not through
The conquest of other men
Or the amassing of great wealth
But through the arrival
Of God Himself
I infant form.