That first cry that first breath that first struggle he left it all and was just like us He came, he breathed he was like us
Like you and me Tiny, helpless he Was held by sweet hands And rocked
by the world and it's joy It's sin Everything in and out of place
God with us Like us For us For you and me Divine humanity To the brim with Grace and truth and life
So let earth Receive her king And sing Into the broken places the desolate spaces with beauty And one born helpless
like you like me bound but free and fully ready to serve to love to be above The darkest night Shining bright The truest light
*just a little Advent poem I had to get out....