he gazes toward the heavens.
he sees the fingerprints of Abba
in stars and moon
in the deep velvet
of the night sky.
this young boy
knows that Abba
paints the night sky with
gentle stokes of His brush.
this young boy was David.
this young boy could not help
but write and sing love songs
so sweet to his Abba.
the sang songs of worship to
an audience of One
with sheep looking on.
and a love story was born,
for from this young boy would come
the Savior of the world,
born with sheep looking on.
the love song Jesus would sing
was written with His very life.
drops of blood so crimson were
the ink with which all names
are engraved on hands
pierced so deep.
this love song has been
singing from before time began.
a song...a story...which would
include you and me and every heart
ever beating willing to step into the story
written by Jesus.
oh the beauty of this
love story so precious,
for it is the very reason for the
season of waiting...a gift so indescribable,
as Jesus invites each one of us to come...
to sit in the still and wait in the quiet
and kneel at the manger
and prepare our hearts.
"oh come to my heart, Lord Jesus,
there is room in my heart for Thee"
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