With pushing and pain…and urgency
A mother will labor, when due.
The joy and the tears are blended somehow
The baby will soon be in view.

One final surge…all of her strength
The head…now the shoulders are seen
Soon the whole child…born…alive on this side
Never telling where he has been.

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I looked among the packages
But couldn’t find You there.
I searched the malls and parking lots
But found that they were bare.

I looked inside my wallet
Knowing You would be inside.
But found that only money and
Cold plastic was inside.

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Call ahead seating…for seven please.
You’re just a bit early this time.
One half hour is all you need.
Ok…that will be fine.

Get in the car and drive there.
Wait to be seated and then
The waiter comes, he writes it down
With his fancy, colorful pen.

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We trust You, Lord, is our reply
When we really want to ask You why.
We stand upon Your strength and power
And lean on You in our darkest hour.

We know Your truth. It’s in our hearts.
But we ache inside while we’re apart.
We know the power of Your risen life.
But in this world we have much strife.

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In a manger with hay
In the night, not the day
God caused His Son to be born.
A young girl would hold
All her arms could enfold
Wrapped in rags that were tattered and torn.

He came not with pomp
Or with grand circumstance
Only the shepherds knew.
But the angels were there
As they sang in the air
Peace on earth to me and to you.

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The first word each of us ever say…
Dada says it all.
A lifetime wrapped inside those sounds.
The first of many calls.

It’s time she says…it’s finally here,
After a nine month wait.
The car keys ready, suitcase in hand.
The man who’s never late.

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The wood tells the story which Noah began,
Enclosed on the ark, shut in by God’s Hand.
It floated above the destruction below,
A dove, and a branch, and a promise rainbow.

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Do we have room for You, Jesus?
What things really fill up our life?
What peace do we have at this moment?
When the world is so full of strife?

Do we have room for You, Jesus?
Or do other things simply come first?
Do we long for our true home in heaven?
Does Your Word make us hunger and thirst?

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Men lead lives of quiet desperation.
The poet says it’s so.
But with our Lord to steer and guide,
I say it isn’t so.

We do go on our detours.
Prying wide the narrow road.
Much like Christian with his pack,
We must drop our heavy load.

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God is dead, or so they said,
It’s whatever you believe,
We’re all the same, despite the name,
Lies meant to deceive.

Upon the Rock, He built His church,
And we, the living stones,
We’re not here, all by ourselves,
We are never left alone.

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