Here’s a Christmas poem I wrote back in 2003. -JB
WHEN HOLINESS CAME DOWN
Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
But was it really?
There must have been some serious noise
in the Heavenlies
as demons shrieked and Satan yelled
seeing imminent his utter defeat.
Holy perhaps was the night before
as You stood in untouched glory
Seated on Your powerful throne.
But this was the night when Holiness came down!
Glory as we had known it
now stripped off her royal robe
and put on blood stained rags,
all shriveled and torn.
No royal throne to rest on this day.
The High King of glory,
now a helpless babe in the hay.
Did you cry, God Almighty?
Did you get cold, Lord Jesus?
Were you hungry —
hungry enough to eat the bread of life for us all?
Were you thirsty —
thirsty enough to drink the cup of sin’s wrath
to undo humanity’s Fall?
What would sweet Mary have thought,
if she would have known through it all,
that when her little baby cried,
his tears were bearing the tears of us all?
Silent night, holy night,
now all my nights can be,
Because Holiness came down,
with love and grace to set sinners free!