Tears are falling, hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God
You've been promised, we've been waiting
Welcome Holy Child
Welcome Holy Child
Hope that you don't mind our manger
How I wish we would have known
But long awaited Holy Stranger
Make yourself at home
Please make yourself at home
Bring your peace into our violence
Bid our hungry souls be filled
World now breaking Heaven's silence
Welcome To Our World
Welcome To Our World
Fragile finger sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for thorn
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
Unto us is born
Unto us is born
So wrap our injured flesh around You
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Perfect Son of God
Welcome To Our World
original Christmas song written by Maryland native Chris Rice and recorded by Michael W. Smith, Amy Grant and John Tesh
What if I miss it?
The beauty of this season marred.
By loss and anxiety and things that really wound.
A young mother in the prime of life.
A loss leaving us reeling.
Barely able to cope.
Most of us. On some level.
Wounded.
By disappointment and despair.
What if I miss it?
The merry of Christmas.
Not showing up as expected.
The sorrow and what ifs threatening to crush.
And my own lack blowing up in my face.
Filling this space I call Christmas.
With noise.
With political correctness.
With busy.
And then. Something helps us remember.
Not to miss.
The humble birth in a stable.
Holy God.
Coming gentle at Christmas.
Wooing our hearts. Whispering love.
A night shimmering and we all shivering to remember glory coming down.
And then the coming off the tree. Years later.
Shivers again.
Holy God. Suffering.
And then.
Announcing grace. With fanfare.
Answering the pain in our hearts with a love song.
So maybe this Christmas.
The tree's not up. Cards not sent. Maybe not feeling like it.
But still.
Doesn't have to be missed.
Because of Christmas; the manger scene.
Because of Easter; the tree. And then. An empty tomb.
And so everyday.
A relationship with Holy God.
Our beautiful sweet friend didn't miss it.
And though we miss her.
She. Beholding the glory.
Of which we only get a glimpse. Right now.
Because of.
A shimmering night when everything changed.
