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Monday, December 24, 2012

Our Lord Made Low

We look for Christ this time of year.
We make a 'Christmas Spirit' search.
We want to feel a touch from Him.
We seek a sign that He is here.

But first, a look at who He is,
And what He did, and how He lived.
Our gaze then needs to fall on us
To see if we are following.

Born in a barn so the door to that City is open,
Wrapped in a rag so our robes can be white,
Seen by shepherds so we could be sheep in his pastures,
Worked as a builder so we'll live in mansions,
Grew in a disregarded province so 'Home' can be Land of the Blessed,
Walked dusty roads so we can walk golden streets,
Denied by His friends so He can confirm our redemption,
Sat silent in judgment so our shouts can be joy,
Tortured and beaten so we can be free from pain,
Died as a criminal so we can live as royalty.

Ah, now I see, Christmas Spirit
Means 'Jesus is all' in my heart.
He became small for me, just me.
I must be small so He can reign.

He left all, and gave me all
My love must make me do the same.
He must increase while I decrease
To feel His Spirit in my life.




12-16-12
Andrew Koehn
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