JOY.
He’s here.
Oh, Joseph, just look at him.
My heart is bursting,
overflowing with love
and joy.
Shhh, do you hear it?
Listen, beloved.
They are singing
just beyond the hills
where the shepherds sleep.
The song is new.
Harmonies so perfect
I sigh a smile
and the baby
opens his eyes.
So tiny, yet ancient.
My mind cannot grasp
who I hold in my arms
yet I know I am in the middle
of history, HIS story.
Oh God, I am not worthy
yet here I rest
agains the fragrant hay
with Heaven-song all around
and your Son gazing into my eyes.
Take my hand, Joseph,
see the love I hold for
you, so brave
to take this on.
This burden of grace.
Look upon the face
of God,
this beautiful son of ours
who nurses peacefully
as the melodies fade.
When I pause, truly pause, to enter…