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?...
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