sweet surrender

The holy babe made entrance

to the world through humble means.

Not by force or might or power

as seen by kings and queens.

He came to live and die, yet live,

to take away our sin.

Fulfilling promises of old

for new life to begin.

This day was long in coming

for the feeble race of Adam.

And his less than royal stature

no one could have fathomed.

Yet there he was, this precious one,

that all might now believe.

The very one to save the soul

of all who dare receive.

He accomplished here on earth

all he was to do and be.
Then to his throne in heaven returned
where he reigns eternally.
His sinless life and selfless deeds
serve model how to live.
That even in his final breath
he showed us how to give.

His coming to the world as man
was an act to set us free.

Yet still I wonder in my wait,

has he somehow forgotten me?

But then I turn my gaze above

and think upon his splendor.

The wait I have is nothing more

than that of sweet surrender.