We celebrate on Christmas morn

The little babe in a manger born.

Not as the one whose blood was shed 

Nor as one risen from the dead,

But as one who left heaven above

To walk this earth to reveal God’s love,

To know this life we know so well,

To be God with us, Emanuel.

I wrote this poem to remind myself that God thought it important enough that we know he knows all about what our human experience is that he emptied himself. (Philippians 2:7 but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. ESV) Jesus, fully God, fully man! For our sake, not for any lack in himself, but out of his goodness and love.

Merry Christmas!