Christmas Faith
Cathryn flowers Ritchie
God,
Spiraled down
Through Eternity
To the apex of His creation-
Emmanuel was born.
I,
Twisting my hands-
to reach, to reach, to reach;
knobbly, worn from worry
not from prayer.
Lifting my eyes-
full of sorrow
full of sin,
Beholding Him.
Lifting my heart-
Weak from tears,
from fears;
Needing His peace
His balm to comfort.
His life
Birthed in us, hope.
His death
Birthed in us, life.
Be my servant of Moses,
hold up these hands-
thy faith becoming mine.
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