Hope is a baby,
tiny and unassuming.
The future made present,
endless potential.
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Hope is a baby,
inevitable and growing.
Something like you,
but greater yet.
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Hope is a baby,
softening, holding hearts.
Beacon of change,
the world is never the same.
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Hope is the baby,
not from you, yet for you.
God tabernacled in flesh,
to do what we could not do.
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Hope is the baby,
called the prince of peace.
Come to show the Way;
reconciling heaven and earth.
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Hope is the baby,
taking our burdens, one and all.
Giving grace and power,
ending exile, and slaying death.
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Hope is a baby,
come as a gift on a quiet night.
Will you receive this gift;
will you with God be set right?
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In this Christmas season, my wish for you is that you can experience some quiet with the ones you love and that you can find something much greater than wishful thinking. There are many different holidays celebrated at the turn of the year, and Christmas is particularly special to me. I have hope in this Christmas season through Jesus come as a baby.
I’m daily encountering a personal restoration that spills out into all of my relationships and ambitions; a restoration that spills over all of my guilt and shame. I am not who I was yesterday; I am not who I was last year. This is good news; this is my hope realized daily. I have never and can never be enough to place my full confidence in, so I place it in Someone far greater than me. I’m not sure what hope looks like for you, but in this special time of year, I’m sharing with you what it looks like for me.
“For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”-Isaiah 9:6
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and a Happy New Year to you and yours.
For more of my poetry, check out: Of Honey and Decay, The Treasure of a King