Thursday, December 16, 2010
How You Came
You could have come in majesty,
With splendid crowns and royal robes,
But came a simple, helpless babe
To people who were very poor.
You could have had a kingly bed
With satin sheets and silver posts
And golden netting up above,
But chose a feeding trough instead.
You could have had the emperor
Attend your coming on his knees,
But chose instead some shepherds who
Were ordinary as the night.
You could have saved the very rich
And left the rest to rot and burn,
But chose to come for all of us
Who'd turn to you in simple faith.
You showed us that the finer things
Aren't really very fine at all
When they're compared with just a babe
Who's very God in very flesh.
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us...
--John 1:14 ESV
And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.
--Luke 2:7 ESV
As you can tell from the poem, the striking photo is a huge misrepresentation of the Lord's birth. My thanks to Magpie Tales for the photo. Follow the link for other people's writings, based on the same photo.