This is no ordinary birth
No ordinary babe, wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
This mystery is far stranger.
Or should I say peculiar –
That this child is the incarnation of God on Earth
That God Himself comes to give second birth.
He is the Second Adam,
Our second chance at life eternal.
Born to die
That we may be born again
The Master’s master plan unfolding.
This child is my Restorer.
My glory, My honor.
The reason why I lift my head high.
High Priest making intercession.
This child is my Resurrection
My life, My intervention,
Restoring all that I let slip
When like Adam
I put deceptive fruit to my lips
And I ate of my sin,
Offending Him.
Yet He stepped in
And took my wages of death
Upon Himself.
This child is my King.
Born to carry the weight of my world on His shoulder.
Hear the prophet Isaiah say,
“For unto us a child is born,
Unto us a son is given
And the government shall be upon his shoulder
And His name shall be called
Wonderful,
Counselor,
The mighty God,
The everlasting Father,
The Prince of Peace.
Of the increase of His government and peace
there shall be no end,
Upon the throne of David, and upon His kingdom,
to order it, and to establish it with judgment
And with justice
from henceforth even forevermore.”
Merry Christmas!
By Petura Burrows
