When God became a man so He could become sin, so we could become His children

My Incarnation Day Poem

The eyes that search the hearts of men
... were looking out through blurry orbs

The feet that would walk the road to Calvary
... were supple, petite and spotless

The ears that hear every prayer
... were small and couldn’t decipher language

The head that would wear the crown of thorns
... was soft on top with downy hair

The hands that would be pierced
... trembled and grasped at His mother’s finger

The voice that spoke all of creation into existence
... was crying out for breath

What a wonder, what a gift! The Eternal God who created us … became one of us … so He could become … what is worst in us and conquer that. He did it all for the joy set before Him. The joy of sinners redeemed in fellowship with Him, pleasing to His Father.

Merry Christmas!

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