swaddled gently at mother’s breast,
God incarnate in a pink suit,
not knowing yet His future test.
In the gentle hush of silence,
soothing sounds of cattle lowing,
angel hosts sing Him their praises,
all creation in glory knowing.
Destiny pressing upon His life,
as crossed shadow falls on His face.
The miracle of the manger
now filled with man’s future grace.
I’m over at my friend Susan Panzica’s site, Eternity Cafe. Come visit us!