The Son Has Come!

The Son Has Come!

The following is a poem that I wrote last year to be the basis for our children’s Christmas pageant at church.  It’s not exactly what we’ve done on the blog before, but I thought it may be a fun piece to post after Christmas.  I’ve tried in lyrical verse to tell the story of salvation from Eve to Mary as well as subtly capture some of the theology found in the Christmas story.  I hope you enjoy!

The Son Has Come!

Once upon a midnight clear, or so the song suggests,

A child was born in cattle’s stall on whom salvation rests.

No ordinary boy was he, and from the very start,

He came to serve as witness to his Father’s loving heart.

No other birth in history with this one can compare;

So sit back, listen carefully, as His story now we share.

The story starts quite early in a garden far away.

For there a couple God had made had dared to go astray.

It was an ugly mess, you see.  The one Who they had wronged

Was God who had created them, and for whose love they longed.

One rule had served to guide them in this perfect home of theirs,

One rule, if they’d obeyed it, would have spared us all our cares.

But rules are hard to follow when pride gets in the way,

And Satan overcame them on that dark and dreadful day.

He told them if they’d eat the fruit from one specific tree

Their eyes would be enlightened to the “gods” that they could be.

So Eve ate first, then Adam, and from that first and fateful bite,

Their eyes indeed were opened, to distress and not delight.

Their instinct, once to run to God, was now to flee in dread.

They knew their disobedience, and feared they’d soon be dead.

They clothed themselves with fig leaves, and then from the Lord did hide

But God, who always sees us, soon was standing by their side.

With consequences tragic, and with anger in his voice

He spoke a curse upon them for their devastating choice.

To Adam, God assured him that his land was now accursed,

Success would come through sweaty brow, and thorns would be the worst.

His wife would groan in pain when all her children she would bear,

Marriage too would be a pain and filled with toil and care.

Then one day the ground that Adam worked to get his bread,

Would become his home again, when he, as dust, lay dead.

This judgment fell like boulders on that grieving couple’s soul.

But God in mercy promised that one day they’d be made whole.

A child of Eve would one day come and crush the devil’s head,

Their guilt he would atone for, through his precious blood most red.

The curse would be reversed and God’s dear people be set free.

When this Son would come to take his place in history.

This promise was remarkable and cheered their saddened eyes.

This child became the focus of their prayers and of their sighs.  

But Eve and Adam died, and the child they did not know.  

Years passed without a hint that that child would ever show.

Yet God’s prophets spoke and wrote about this saving, coming king

And God’s children prayed to see the joy and rescue he would bring.

From Malachi to Matthew not a single word was said.

Four hundred years transpired, and the promise now seemed dead.

Kingdoms grew and kingdoms fell, until the Romans seized the day.

The power they’d accumulated served to pave the way.

The peace they won, the roads they built, the language that they spoke,

Made possible the lifting of sin’s heavy, painful yoke.

This was the scene when God would break his promise-giving drought

For in the Rome-ruled Israel, his plans were carried out.

In the town of Nazareth, up north in Galilee

There lived a lovely teenage girl of stellar family tree.

Her parents called her Mary, but we now call her blessed

Because it was upon this girl that God’s favor would rest.

In God’s precious rescue plan, she’d play a vital part

Though at first through human eyes it had a rocky start.

You see, she was to wed a good and just and noble guy.

But she was sitting on some news that just might make him cry.

An angel had appeared to her and told her she would be

The mother of the Promised One through Whom we’d be set free.

Now as you might suppose, the girl was glad, but she was scared,

She knew that God would help His children, and she knew He cared.

She was small and God was big; His will she’d gladly heed,

He would help his people in their pain and meet their need.

But her fiancee Joseph—would this news now steal his joy?

Would he kick her to the curb, or receive her with her boy?

Our God had not forgotten about good and noble Joe,

An angel he would send to him to keep him in-the-know.

Good ol’ Joe, a carpenter, would fill a role quite odd,

As he would be the stepdad to the precious Son of God.

Mary he would marry, and the baby he’d take in;

And they would name Him Jesus, as he’d save the world from sin.

As months elapsed and Jesus grew in Mary’s tummy home,

Augustus Caesar made a rule that he decreed from Rome.

Each person in the Roman world, he’d count in their home place.

For Joseph this meant Bethlehem, being from David’s race.

Now trav’ling isn’t optimal for moms so close to birth,

But it was non-optional; She went despite her girth.

When they arrived in Bethlehem, the time for birth was near.

They needed to procure a place to make the babe secure.

But when the pair inquired of the owner of an inn,

He told them all the rooms were full, and did not let them in!

What would they do? Where would they go? The couple wasn’t able,

To find a place to lay their heads, except a stinky stable.

When we think of baby kings, we think of moats and castles,

We think of special crowns, and of a life without the hassles.

This king was a special case; he came into our mess.

He came to know our hurts and fears—not to curse but bless.

He came to wash away the stain which plagues us from our birth.

He came to rescue us from sin and bring us peace on earth.

So on that night, it’s no surprise it was a cattle stall,

Which became the confines of the precious Lord of all.

The baby Eve had longed for, the child for whom she prayed,

Had now been born to Mary, and in her arms He laid.

She took her babe and swaddled him, and cuddled him in tight,

And laid him in a cattle’s trough, where he spent his first night.

Every brand new Father brags about his little child

So God celebrated Jesus in a manner not so mild.

Some shepherds minding their own biz, watching flocks by night,

Were by the Angel of the Lord upset into a fright.

“A heart attack you need not have!” the Angel said in joy,

“For unto you in David’s town was born a baby boy!”

Then all at once, more angels came, until the sky was filled.

They came to tell the shepherds that the promise was fulfilled!

“Glory to the Savior God, for all that he has done!

And peace with him you’ll now enjoy because of his dear Son!”

When angels come and tell you that, you ditch your wooly ewes.

To Bethlehem the shepherds fled to spread this precious news.

Once arriving at the barn the shepherds laid their eyes,

Upon the little baby praised by angels in the skies.

They told his happy parents of the things that they were told,

And as Mary took these things to heart; her faith would make her bold.

The shepherds worshiped Jesus, and they went their merry way,

To tell the world what they had witnessed on that blessed day.

These shepherds were a funny crew; they left their sheep alone.

And we, too, would that same thing do if angels ‘round us shone.

The baby that the shepherds praised would be a shepherd too.

But he would never leave his flock, which means he won’t leave you.

He’s come to make our wandering hearts return to God most high,

And by his death he’d make quite sure that we would never die.

This baby came with purpose and his mission was to see

That from the curse that Adam brought we would be set free.

Today this baby lives and reigns at His dear Father’s side,

And all who place their faith in Him, will with their God abide.

No pain in all creation, and no aspect of the curse

Exists which will not one day through our Jesus be reversed.

Today this is our message; It’s this same news we tell.

Maybe high up on a mountain; maybe deep down in a well.

But we who’ve seen his mercy, cannot help but spread the news,

Of this amazing Savior who brings life we cannot lose.

So trust this Savior Jesus, in His salvation rest,

In His arms He’ll carry you and bring you peace and rest.


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