irony divine

 I was just a shepherd

Just a Sage

Just a unplanned pregnancy

 Just a husband to be

Just a businessman

Just a donkey

 Just a stable

Just a star among trillions born

But, oh, so much more

That holy night

When lights appeared

And a Child was born

Heaven and Nature

the anthem of God

Belted across the eastern sky

Like the winds of grace

And He came

And everything changed

And hope was restored

And soon the blind would see

The lame would walk

The captives freed

And extraordinary grace revealed

That holy night

A promise kept

And He came

To embrace the brokenness of creation

The uncivil wounds of civilization

And the end has not been seen

But the promise is sure.

Through the fires of destruction

And the tears of the destitute

He will return

To wipe our tears

To redeem the days

To make all things new

As he signed our emancipation in blood

He will hold us again

And the time is set

World without end.