for the coming of the King, into our hearts
as He came into the world, with fanfare and angels
shepherds and wise men, but maybe just a bit less
with husband and wife, with lamb and oxen
with hay and a manger, cold and dusty
quietly coming into the world because he came
to serve, to suffer, to teach, to save
We remember his coming and long for his coming
to save us and bring us home
We hope and pray for that arrival and journey
so long ago and so near at hand
December 8, 2006 19:59
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