In the
quiet, still and windless dawn,
Snow hangs
on trees undisturbed.
Dark
branches silhouette against the gray
Of morning
sky.
On the
sidewalk snow, imprints reveal
Nighttime
activity of small creatures,
Little feet
with a purpose unknown to me
Have passed
by.
Outside my
bubble of quiet calm.
Lies a world
of turmoil, in need of peace,
But with
jubilant angel declaration, He came!
Is that not
why?
And so my
feet must move with purpose,
I must leave
an imprint in the cold world,
Come with me
to see the babe in the manger
And lullaby,
Glorify,
Magnify
Crucify!
Crucify?
Ah, yes…the
plan from the beginning of time.
Atonement
requires a spotless lamb.
The Son of
God grows up. He lives
In order to
die.
To the still
and darkness of my heart
Comes a flash
of blinding light…insight.
I see my
need, your gift! Oh, Savior…
Do not pass
me by!
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