Saturday, December 18, 2010

The Word Became Flesh and Dwelt Among Us

With the Christmas season here, I've been pondering the coming of Christ.  One devotional I read pointed out that He didn't come to earth the day He was born, but rather the day He was conceived by the Holy Spirit.  God, who breathed the universe into existence, now conceived within the womb of one of His creation.  

The season's here,
It's time for us to wonder;
The birth of Christ,
The Son of God to ponder.

The God who breathed--
The Universe created;
With just a word--
Is now made flesh, ill-fated.

The Word made flesh,
The Mighty God received;
Into a womb,
The Son of God conceived.

That Son of God,
  Deserving only splendor;
Humbled Himself
Giving up His grandeur.

His grandeur gone,
A lowly place was given;
What a stark change
From ruling all of heaven.

From ruling heav'n
To dwelling in a dark womb;
His life was set
To end within a tomb.

From death life springs,
 Christ raised to life from the tomb,
 Planted in Mary's womb. 
                           Patti lofgren


  1. I like your poem and picture!! It is meaning full to think that Christ humbled himself
    and became helpless when he had so much power!

  2. Beautiful! I love the painting! A lovely Madonna! :) And Oh the wonder that Christ humbled Himself for you and I! What a joy to celebrate our wonderful Savior.

  3. I, too, was moved by this concept of the time in the womb, helpless and fully humbled. Your poem is beautiful! I esp. like the last stanza.