Amidst the stench of a stable
into the arms of the unwed,
He arrived screaming birth
fluid smothering His head…
…into the prison of humanity
judgment, shame, hate
knowing full-well the outcome:
the testing, the bate
they’d dangle before Him;
and fleeting reverence
of those who loved Him,
yet ran away into the night
for fear they’d be snagged
and experience His plight.
He came
for His love of people
gave Him no choice
without Him, we’d die,
having no voice.
And every Advent I praise,
I truly believe
He’d do it again
if only for me…
‘cause that’s how He rolls
this Savior of ours
He’ll dive into the fire
and the nastiest of bars
if that’s what it takes
to rescue our hearts.