Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

To take God's Son from heaven, to turn the Lord of all

Into a helpless infant, a baby weak and small;

To give to our Creator a fully human face!

This, this is Christmas grace.

The feet that walked in splendor on streets of purest gold,

Now wrapped in humbled swaddling, now shiver from the cold.

The hand that Mary holds hung the moon and stars in space.

This, this is Christmas grace.

Grace to share our frailty, understand our fragile lot;

Jesus laid aside His power to be helped, trained, and taught.

To know the sting of hunger, feel the pain of grief and loss,

God's son allowed Himself to be born for us!

He traded heaven's majesty, He left His glorious throne

For wood and hay and rubble, a shell of flesh and bone;

The Lord Almighty locked in a single time and place.

This, this is Christmas grace.

Christmas Grace

"For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.  

And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes,

lying in a manger.  And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, 

and on earth peace, good will toward men."

(Luke 2:11-14)