Thankyou...

Thankyou...

For the baby in the manger -

Small and vulnerable in mortal form...

For the little one who learned the skills of woodwork from his father -

Who wore the callouses of trade...

For the young boy who taught synagogue teachers -

And left them mouth agape...

For the man who cradled the children -

Touched the untouchable -

Ate with the outcasts -

Lifted the hurting and broken and lifeless -

Brought messages of hope -

Made God accessible!

For that mind blowing gift -

Trading your life for ours!

For never leaving or forsaking us -

For your presence, still with us...

For a King of pure love -

Who comes to claim his own!

For life reborn...

Because of that babe.

How pitiful that word -

For all of this!

But I have nothing more...

Than thankyou.