You will conceive and give birth to a son,
and you are to call Him Jesus.
He will be great and will be called
the Son of the Most High
The life she felt forming inside her was Life itself.
What began as a flutter became the graceful movement of Hope;
A slow turning, then a kick—the confined dance of Love.
A Babe, conceived of the Spirit;
Promised and prepared of God;
Swelled to the fullness of Eternity’s plan.
Impressions of the Child’s limbs gradually appeared from within:
A head . . . a knee . . . an elbow;
God—in human flesh—soon to enter His Creation as Babe . . .
God became flesh to be with His people;
All glory, wrapped in human tent;
Born into humanity’s mess by grace.
His cry, a prayer, for His Father to comfort the world.
The Babe prepared was:
Born a King;
Born a Savior;
To us a Child was born;
To us a Son was given;
Who longs to be born in you.