The Marvel of Our Messiah

I have been pondering so many inexplicable and precious aspects of Christ’s advent this season. And as I have pondered, I have written…but not on my blog. So today I’m ending my silence, and will share bits and pieces of the wonder I find myself wrapped up in. This poem was inspired by Ann Voskamp’s book, The Greatest Gift. I heartily recommend it!


The monotony is sometimes miraculous,
Magic transforms mediocrity,
When out of the dark God is with us,
The motivation at first a mystery.

Eyewitnesses of His majesty.
A marvelous message of Goodwill.
The shepherds awed and motionless stood,
As His glory lit up the hills.

Many have missed this masterful moment,
But the shepherds received it with joy,
Spreading abroad the momentous news,
Of the birth of one baby Boy.

The Master himself on a mission.
Malcontents and Monarchs as one,
Are offered His merciful gift,
Through the birth of His only Son.

His majesty exchanged for middling,
The Messiah in the midst of mundane,
The Maker of all, in a moment of time,
Has traded his robes for our stains.

Marked for destruction and murder,
More than a martyr for one holy cause.
His death is a ransom offered in love,
As Mercy mollifies Law.

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