The Way in the Manger

Lights pierce this darkness
One by one, I pursue
Or drop to bended knee
Weeping to You

But I follow the little stars I see.

I tend my sheep in the night
Unsure what their tomorrow will be
Lying in the open with predators
And the elements, too exposed to sleep

What hope could pierce this night?

I approach the manger
Where everyone gathers at the sight
Of the Wonderful Illumination,
Peace, the Author of Light

In tiny baby fingers and toes.

They all bring costly gifts;
I have none of those.
I’ve wasted my friends
And fed my foes

I have nothing to bring

No gold, no beauty,
Nothing of worth to a king
I can’t bang a drum;
I no longer sing

I’m not qualified to speak aloud.

I’ve no right or reason to be here.
I stay back from the crowd
I should turn and leave, but
As long as I’m allowed

There’s nowhere else in the world.

The darkness beyond this baby
Covers the whole globe
And the only chance for us all
Is born between swaddle and robe:

A single disruption of light
To unravel a universe of darkness.

A beatific view.

The Godhead, Three-In-One
But He took on flesh alone
To bear our burden
And between the manger and the throne

We are found in Him,
Because He made Himself
Found in us.