Incarnation Paradox
The Son is the image of the invisible God
Deity wrapped in bone and blood
In manger, the Spirit became Flesh
and now even mortal eyes could rest
upon the Maker’s form and countenance
the firstborn over all creation
Ruler of flower and beast and nation
Bethlehem hills, drawn by His hands
Now He dwells upon the land
His voice had made with His command
For by Him all things were created
All things, from the smallest up to the greatest
Fly that buzzes ’round His head,
Wood that cradles Him as bed,
Swaddling cloths of fibrous thread
And in Him all things hold together
Infant wingspan, able to tether
Unseen and seen, bind atoms and stars
while nestled within in His mother’s arms,
helpless to defend against what harms?