A Poem
In my sorrow and in my sadness
I look to You
But You are not there.
I pick up a brick
And begin building my wall.
What do you see when you look at Me?
A baby lying on a bed of straw
Surrounded by animals
Loved by His parents
But no room at the inn
Born to die.
Imagine a young girl, pregnant, shunned, feeling alone. A young girl who takes a risk and says ‘yes’ to God. A young girl who gives birth to a King – King Jesus.
Imagine a man who learns that his betrothed is pregnant. A man who says ‘yes’ to God. A man who is the father figure to a King – King Jesus.
Imagine a group of men, ordinary men, going about their daily business. A group of men who take a risk and answer the call ‘follow Me.’ And they follow a King – King Jesus.
Imagine a woman who has bled for years. A woman who takes a risk and pushes through the crowd to touch the robe of a King – King Jesus.