We Want It Coated In Sugar Poem by James Tipp

We want it coated in sugar and cosy
No crying baby, but swaddled into silence.
We want our celebration to be just that
Regardless of the reality of the dung filled stable
The pain of giving birth, with its blood and mess.
This time of joy is filled with human paradox.
Creator comes among us in human form
In desperation for a place to lie his head
This manger straw filled, despite the angels singing
Is all there is to welcome the saviour of the world.
This entry establishes the president for us all
Humility the overarching theme of salvation
The key that grace may abound for the entire world.
Salvation the gift of God not earned by merit
Bestowed instead to all that hunger and reach for it