Our Father who is in Heaven,
Thank you for the promise You made and the promise You kept.
Your Spirit hovered, Your power overshadowed the womb of a young virgin called Mary, and she conceived.
A man named Joseph dreamed, obeyed, and took Mary as his wife, despite condeming stares of friends and family.
You orchestrated the trip to Bethlehem, the city of David, for this was your prophecy of old.
Your holy, sinless Offspring was born. They called Him Jesus, just as Your messenger pronounced.
Your expressed Yourself by a living, breathing Word that sounded like a baby’s cry.
This Word became flesh and blood and bone and sinew.
He lived with us in the dust and dirt, the muck and the mire of our humanity.
He was life and light and purity and love. He pointed us to life eternal. He offered it to us all, anyone who will receive.
He showed us what you are like, the expression of Your essence.
He opened the way and invited us to come, into the Holiest Place of Your presence.
How precious did that Grace appear.