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Someday the tombs will break
and the veil will split
as the last gasping breath leaves your lungs
but tonight she pulls you to her chest
as those tiny lungs expand for the very first time
and suddenly nothing else seems to matter,
not the whispers or the rumors
the sleepless nights
the long journey or the excruciating pain
There's only this moment
and your perfect face.

Hope is born
and God is WITH us
and the smell of sweat and birth
mingled with milk and manure
reminds us that sometimes
the most glorious of stories
begins in the dirtiest of places.

The Creator and the created
the Giver and the gift
the holy and the human.

They've all heard about you
but tonight so few seem to notice you're here.
You know you're not at all
what they had in mind
and you'll turn everything upside down.

You'll call the tax collector out from the crowd
and down from the tree
and tell him to invite you home,
command the Pharisees
to drop the stones
and drop the act,
touch the untouchables
and wash the feet of those that follow you.

You'll multiply the fish
and fill their stomachs
but teach that man cannot live on bread alone,
You'll heal the blind
but teach that not all who have eyes
can truly see.

You'll speak of lust that condemns like adultery
and anger that condemns like murder
then talk of a grace that covers it all.

You'll walk among them,
the broken, the desperate, the hurting, the lonely
and you will offer them peace
You will weep
and you will pray
You will feel the pull of temptation
and the sting of betrayal
You will hunger and thirst
and feel weariness deep into your bones

You will watch them chase after
so many things

and you will tell them of a God
who wrapped himself in flesh
so that he could be
their Savior.



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