These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

He Came as a Baby

The Living Lord, the Lord of All
had wealth and royal degree.
The angels bowed at His first call.
Why would He bow for me?

He bowed down from His highest place.
He bowed to work with tools.
He bowed to bear my shame, disgrace.
He died among the fools.

The Lord of Glory made all things,
controlling all that is,
but when He came to this Earth of kings
a baby's shape was His.

With "Holy, Holy, Holy" hymn
to greet His every day
His glowing brightness never dimmed.
Forever did obey.

The Baby had the same respect
from angels and the blest.
Shekinah Glory still bedecked
The One, Who faced our test.

The babe, the boy, the teen, the man
were still God's Only Son.
Salvation's cost was His great Plan.
He rose. The Victor won.

One day the Babe will come as King.
His enemies in fear
will fall defeated as we sing
of Christ, the One held dear.

by Jay O'Toole
on December 22nd, 2020