Crude shelter,
dirty manger.
Wrapped up tightly in His mother’s swaddling clothes,
He left His kingdom to begin His kingdom,
He left the riches of His father’s right hand.
A baby needs everything.
He was helplessness but deity.
He left His golden, kingly seat
to be wrapped in frailest frailty.
Poor teacher,
humble healer,
gentle with the wounded, He was sure of who He was.
Never faltered,
like a lamb led to slaughter
never opened up His mouth but suffered willingly.
He could have done anything,
demanded all our fealty,
but He set aside His rights as king
to be crowned with thorns and mockery.
Abandoned rights of royalty
fulfilling all of prophecy,
born in humble circumstance,
fully God, fully man–
He’ll come again with majesty,
and everyone will bend a knee
before the ancient King of Kings
who is crowned with life and victory.
©Glenna Marshall, 2013
Photo by Greyson Joralemon on Unsplash
Glenna Marshall is married to her pastor, William, and lives in rural Southeast Missouri where she tries and fails to keep up with her two energetic sons. She is the author of The Promise is His Presence (P&R) and Everyday Faithfulness (Crossway), and Memorizing Scripture (Moody). Connect with her on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter.