Before the beginning of time and space, they’d seen His ways, felt His gaze.
At the dawn of creation, they sang His praise:
Ancient of Days
They humbly served at His beck and call, saw Lucifer fall, watched humans with awe;
Until now they’d seen it all.
But now this call?
The only begotten—God’s Son—would go, all wapped in flesh, to the world below.
He’d become an embryo.
Why stoop so low?
Why must the Holy One leave this space to face disgrace for a sinful race,
Sacrificed to take their place?
What is this grace?
How were they to understand the gulf he spanned with nail-scarred hand
Was, all along, just how he planned
To rescue man?
In brilliant wonder, they obeyed.
Night sky invade!
Glory Displayed!
To lowly shepherds, sore afraid,
Good news conveyed.
For unto you the Lamb has come, the spotless One, God’s perfect Son.
Come and see what God has done!
It has begun!
AS 2024
