Incarnation

 He who created the universe,

Willingly confined to bones and flesh,

Immortality became mortal,

Accepting frail humanness.

 

We, the product of his hands,

Allowed to touch with ours,

The very hands and face of God,

Who for us subdues his powers.

 

His visage could have struck us dead,

But instead, was marred by man,

For from the very dawn of time,

His death was his own plan.

 

How can I comprehend it?

A humble incarnation,

Design of an Almighty God

To bring to us salvation.