Christ Comes to Us to be Love

A  Christmas   Poem

Cloistered within the confines
of Mary’s womb,
Light was entombed in darkness.

Bound within that frame
of fetal flesh,
finiteness cloaks the infinite.

What manner of love is this
that begets the impossible,
and confounds our imagination?

What Sovereign fierce love this
to send an only son,
made helpless in the hands
of his own creation?

The power of such love
is found in weakness,
for it was not the strength of nails
that held him to the cross,
love, it was, that held him there.

~Pastor Jack Matheis

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