Friday, December 18, 2009

Birth of Hope by Jaimie Krycho (5)

The sacrifice, the price too great: I cannot pay.
It will always be this way:
I grasp for anything to remind me I’m human.
Holes that not a thing can fill
Calling me forward to death
Futility uncoils
Killing me quietly
O come, O come, Emmanuel!
Arriving quietly
Redemption shows his face
Lifting me out from my mess
Holiness awe can’t relate
I weep—the babe is Messiah and the Lamb of God!
It will always be this way:
The sacrifice, the price fulfilled: Jesus will pay.

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