We all long for that "perfect" Christmas
To sing from our toes "it's the most wonderful time of the year".
We cringe to hear of brief lives cut short
And how the lonely hours of many are exaggerated
It seemed this year would be my escape from the ugliness of life
Even as the circumstances were unfolding I so desperately wanted to press
life's delete button
To run away from the hurt
To turn the lights up brighter on the tree
To somehow erase what had just occurred.
This morning, during our Christmas Communion Service our
pastor spoke of our coming Lord's birth
How He came to "wrap around our injured flesh."
Gripping words for my injured, wounded soul.
A way to describe all that I have been wading through.
Communion brought fresh, deep gratitude
My own private, quiet moment to remember and give humble thanks for His sacrifice
His willingness to come to me
For me!
For me!
His measureless gift of wrapping His very life around,
not just my injured flesh
but my own flawed, broken, sin-sick soul.
There is no greater gift
not just my injured flesh
but my own flawed, broken, sin-sick soul.
There is no greater gift
In a symbolic way we wait for His coming just days from now
But very much drawing upon the beautiful reality of
Immanuel God-with-us
in the midst of the messiness of living
Still we await We His future coming
when our injured, wounded selves will be made whole.
Hallelujah!
Welcome to Our World
Tears are falling, hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God
You've been promised, we've been waiting
Welcome Holy Child
Welcome Holy Child
Hope that you don't mind our manger
How I wish we would have known
But long-awaited Holy Stranger
Make Yourself at home
Please make yourself at home
Bring Your peace into our violence
Bid our hungry souls be filled
Word now breaking Heaven's silence
Welcome to our World
Welcome to our World
Fragile finger sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for thorn
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
Unto us is born
Unto us is born
So wrap our injured flesh around You
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Perfect Son of God
Welcome to our World
Amy Grant
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