(Composed the second week of Advent 2009).
To these the Son of God came down:
To broken, steeped in sin,
To the hopeless, weary, defeated,
Unto wounded and hurting men.
No marble columns greeted him,
No vaulted ceilings high,
No hallowed halls, nor towers white,
Nor servants gathered nigh.
A rag-wrapped babe, God is with us!
An infant’s piercing cry,
Wrinkled fingers reaching out
From earth up to the sky.
Rejoice! Be glad! Jesus has come!
Our waiting’s not in vain.
Our Savior, Jesus Christ the Lord
In Bethlehem is lain.
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