A Wish

There is an infant in a place meant for beast; with rough, broken straw in place of a comforting blanket. His mother is lowly, but His father is the Lord. He is hungry, but He will feed us first. He is tired, yet He will not rest until we ourselves sleep in peace. His every breath is delivered by patient, glorifying angels, and His night lamp is a burning star formed by God's own hands.

This infant is human, suffering with acceptance and readiness.

This infant is the King of all Kings, here to rule us all with right judgement and mercy.

Yet on this day, this glorious, holy, lonely day, all He wants is for you to notice Him. To love Him.

It is the only gift He has ever, ever asked for.

Is it really so much to ask?

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"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." ~ John 3:16

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