The Incarnation

The shepherds wondered at the sight

Of angels singing in the night,

But angels wondered at the thought

That God had incarnation wrought!

 

How awed the angels must have been

To see their God as He was then!

Their source of worship night and day

Was lying on a bed of hay!  

 

What feeling must that host have felt

To see those shepherds as they knelt

Around that little makeshift bed

And worshipped Jesus in their stead!

 

Could they believe what they had seen

And comprehend what this should mean—

The God they worshipped round the throne,

In flesh less comely than their own?

 

Let angel minds inquire no more,

For nothing finite can explore,

The depth of love and grace expressed,

When God the human form posessed!

 

Ezra Brainard, December 2017