When Love Was Born

Tonight I craved to worship God by writing a Christmas themed song for Him. It didn't end up being a song, but a poem. I ended up focusing on the purpose of the first Christmas, the reason why Christ was born.

When Love Was Born

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When Love was born, He drew His first breath,

a breath that can breathe the universe into existence

and breathe calm into souls.

Those fragile infant's lips, that breathe a love into me, that take my breath away.

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When Love was born, He lifted His lashes to see the world,

to foresee the world, and He foresaw me.

Love saw me injured, though I had not yet come to be,

and Love began the journey to set me free.

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A Father's Son to die for me,

Love was born to die, so that life would be born in me.

The Love that has always been was born,

to bring me into the Love that will always be.

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Love died for those who hated Him.

Love died for those who killed Him on the cross.

Love was crushed for me, but not destroyed,

and offered me what should have been my greatest loss.

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Love's hands that can move mountains, the hands that can move souls,

were submitted to the nails, and hammered to the tree.

Love died for the loving and for the farthest reaches of depravity.

So may I love all the world as He has lived and died for me.

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Love was born, so that He would rise from the dead.

Love was born so that the dead would rise.

Where Love enters in, hope is secured,

in death's own demise.

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Love has reached for me.

Love has come for me.

Hope has drawn me near.

Love has found me.

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Love has not forgotten me.