He's been waiting patiently,
for many months too long.
He's been nesting nice and cozy
in His womb and growing strong.
Now He has decided
to come tearing out--
through cramping muscles,
burning flesh,
and spines that splinter into!
He'll leave us shaking, trembling
'fore His glorious task is through!
I wonder if He'll be upset,
or angry at a few...
of His well-intentioned relatives,
for whom He's overdue.
Some have't been prepared
to make an offering,
to welcome Him
into this world
for all His suffering.
Some haven't been excited
about His new arrival,
instead they've wondered if He'll
inconvenience their survival.
"Will this Baby hurt us?"
"Will He demand too much...
time and money spent
toward all His needs and such?"
"Will Baby make us miserable
living on the straight and narrow?"
Misery does love company
with every fallen sparrow...
...into crime and rape
and vicious lies
that lead us to the hearse.
I think it's safe to say,
without Him
we've done worse.
I bet we'll be relieved...
to see Sweet Baby smile--
watch Him
forgive our shortcomings,
and be quite versatile.
We'll see Him accept and love us
for just the way we are,
and be the One to wipe our eyes
from wrongs made near and far.
Now at last, He's coming!
I feel my sides seize up--
but for all my crippling pain,
I cannot drink from this...His cup.
Can't others feel this pressure
in all surrounding areas?
Surely I'm not the only
sainted mother
in hysteria.
And here, sweet rapture,
I see His face--
and all else melts behind Him...
all fear and doubt and agonies,
His touch will bless and bind them.
This Baby's full of love,
it's all He has to share--
and since that love
is all He offers,
that's all...He'll make us spare.
-John 16:21-24