I’m remembering
It’s a December thing,
The story of our Savior’s birth.
Lord, show me the way
This holds meaning today,
Its relevance, significance, worth.
I’m thinking about
Two parents in doubt,
Their trust in God extended.
Willing to move
Without making Him prove
What it would look like when it ended.
I’m inspired by
An angel-filled sky
And a babe swaddled in a manger.
Though His surroundings were crude
To the animals He cooed
Knowing not of want, worry or danger.
I’m humbled quite
By a silent night
Amidst confusion and noise.
So when I’m challenged in
A world of sin
I’ll seek simple truths and joys.
I’m in awe of
An indescribable and infinite love
One for all and all for Thee.
Where majesty and power meet
Broken, ordinary, sweet
Miracle, get cozy here with me.
