Children’s voices plaguing adults
to come and see
before it is even light.
Bleary eyes and befuddled heads
trying to keep track of gifts.
Piles of crumpled wrapping paper
ready for recycling.
Mere hints of the chaos into which
God birthed new hope for the world.
We praise you, O God,
that into a dark world
you birthed glorious light.
We praise you
that you did not delay
until conditions were favourable.
But chose to enter a messy world
not to bring order
but rather to bring love.
We praise you
that still we find you
in all our mess and chaos,
bringing the promise of light and hope,
fulfilled in the birth of a child.
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