Meditation on Your Love

It began with a rebellion, a senseless, blind revolt

that turned our darting eyes to dross instead of pure celestial gold

We chose the banal deeds of darkness though we could have had it all

and formed a canyon between perfect God and children of the fall.

And though he could have called down fire from his judgement seat above,

consuming all would fit with justice but it couldn't be called love.

As he watched his harried people as they wallowed in their sin

he planned not singular destruction, but to bring them back to him.

For ages through his prophets he foretold the stunning news

to a tiny, wandering nation that was pummeled and abused:

One day through them would come a Son to blot away the stains

that made man dirty and unworthy and still destined for the grave.

And then one day it happened and God made the promised move

In a cosmic act of splendor heaven's forces barrelled through

and they descended on the evil that had tormented the earth

and death's Defeater entered grandly through a humble virgin birth.

A most unassuming savior was this infant in the hay

God, in understated fashion, unto you is born this day.

Up in heaven battle rages, God exacts a ghastly blow

and yet the scene is so serene inside the stable down below.

O God, your acts can strike like terror and your hand can snuff the sun!

But this baby in the manger means I needn't fear to come.

Your revelation baffles logic, it confuses all the wise

that you would save your wicked children through a tender little child.

Though the act has been completed, death defeated on a tree,

it's still that glamourless beginning that we turn our eyes to see.

We fear neither death from Satan nor the wrath of God above

for God through gentle baby Jesus sealed his unrelenting love.