Made In Our Image Poem by Carmela Patterson

Imagine if we can, how Jesus was made into man
A man like us in every way except sin
How might it have actually been
Had Lucifer not lured Eve, Adam and kin?

We are made into God's Image 'tis true
But Jesus was made into our image to save us
His precious blood was shed to bathe us
The ability to attain Heaven He gave us.

Lord, as you image me, may I image you
May I follow you when you call out to me
Help me as I stumble and fall clumsily
From satan's pinions, Lord, set me free.

To ponder your humbling yourself for us
Assuming the body of a newborn baby boy
Growing into a man all graces to employ
We Praise you, O Lord, our Ultimate Joy.