The Word becomes flesh; the only hope for humanity.
Entering this world oh-so-unmajestically.
God’s only offspring, now Mary’s delight.
The star above, its message blindingly bright.
The saga begins – the prophesies now reality.
The infant King here to set us free.
The shepherds arrive breathless, yearning to see –
The One commissioned to fight our fight.
The Word becomes flesh…
Drool and diapers – God swallows his majesty.
Wrapped in freckled flesh, for an ant like me.
The Maker’s solution to make things right.
Come, join the shepherds inhaling the sight.
My Jesus, my King, my Savior, my Victory.
The Word becomes flesh…
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