Carried for nine months and birthed
far from
Heaven’s hallelujahs into Israel’s
Rough fringes—a Bethlehem town,
Incarnation, God come to be one of us—a
Singular identification with
The lost and the loved: It was a
lowly
Ministry to a dying
Adamic race, desperate to
Save, destined to
Give hope where there was none, exchanging
the glories with the Father for the
Isolation and humiliation of life with
the
Fallen, and we reach out from our disgrace
To receive Heaven’s gift.
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