Most Miraculous Night


Soft-surreptitiously, I would enter
From distant land, generations far
This scene on most miraculous night
First Christmas of Good Tidings…

Dim stable unkempt, an earthy
Ambience, animals’ stench
Virgin panting midst hard labor
Uneasy husband at her side, as last
Wrenching pang brings birth-cry
And east-light Star arising high
More brilliant than shepherds e’er
Beheld—joyous angels heralded…

Babe lay in rough trough, humble bed
Swaddled Divinity ~ Prince of Peace ~
Sacrificial destiny ~ High Priest, Lord, our
Kinsman Redeemer…God’s gift to world
Magnanimous love, that beggars, orphans
Slaves, kings—all men, women, in-between—
Could free and equally believe, receive
What hymns would sing Amazing: pure Holy
Grace to cancel sin, save Adam’s fallen race…

Humbled, we gain inheritance, hold anchored
Hope…heirs in-Christ to His abundant life.
Glorious Child, blessed Messiah, Immanuel tells
“God is with us” ~ Savior offers eternal embrace.

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