that first Christmas night
were tears which flowed
straight from the heart of
the Father
for how could
He not weep?
how could He look down
at His creation stunning
see the pain
the tears
the violence
the loneliness
the hearts aching
and not weep?
and His tears still fall
like the rain
oh to be sure these tears
are not tears of hopelessness
nor tears of helplessness
for Abba can be neither
helpless nor hopeless
I believe they are the tears of a
heart broken for every heart breaking today
and today my tears mingle with His
for today I stared hunger
and homelessness
and hopelessness
and loneliness
in the face
simply by walking
out of my door
for hunger and
homelessness
are not always
"over there" or
"the others" or
"it's their own fault" or
"the lazy" or "we pay for all
their welfare and food stamps
and they don't belong here
anyway because they are not
one of us" people so often cast
aside in the pile of
"they are not my problem"
and to that I must ask with a heart
often guilty of the above
"was I His problem?
was I worthy enough?
am I His problem?
am I worthy enough?
and of course the answer is no
for not one heart ever beating
was His problem or worthy
yet He came that night so long ago
into a world that not only did not know
Him but did not want to know Him
and He came all because of love
a love so unrelenting
and unstoppable
and so merciful
and tender
and grace-filled
so as I stand looking into
His eyes of compassion
I must look deeply into
my heart of hearts
and remember the reason for
the season of the gift of the waiting
love.
pure. and. extravagant.
and because He gave
I must give.
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