A Christmas Poem

With glory sprawled from height to depth Your heart not satisfied,

You took a deep and crowning breath for the apple of your eye.

Your masterpiece, the one like You, treasured over all,

The only one who could break your heart–with one world-wrecking fall.

And wonder of wonders–yet to come–Your love so zealous burned,

Redeeming grace o’ercame the grief of perfect Love so spurned.

To exalt my wretchedness into the glory of Your Son,

You became a skin-wrapped child, the sacrifice begun.

Christmas–oh the wonder isn’t lights and gifts and song,

It’s the miracle of God-made-flesh to make right what we made wrong.


Kelly Crawford, December 8, 2012


One Response to “A Christmas Poem”

  1. deanna says:

    Dear Kelly,
    Merry Christmas to you and your sweet family.

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