And he will be called…

This poem is a reflection on the Christmas story; as the birth of the man called Jesus.

 

“And he will called wonderful counsellor.

 

A little baby he was born so vulnerable and weak,

His daily routine consisted of noise, food and sleep,

But not necessarily in that order,

To his parents he was a miracle of life the very same life he came to reorder.

 

They watched his first steps and heard his first words,

Saw Creator God smile at small chirping birds,

Their growing little boy they brought up a good man,

Taught to pray each night he’d be part of God’s plan.

 

And he will be called wonderful counsellor.

 

Playing in the backyard or out on the street,

Forsaken his shoes preferred are bare feet,

Like all children being fully in the moment;

Kicking a football, racing an opponent.

 

He went to your school was taught by your teachers,

Yet quizzed religious leaders leaving them speechless,

Through thick and thin you’ve been as your friendship has grown,

This love isn’t pretend each other’s secrets you’ve known.

 

And he will be called wonderful counsellor.

 

A following he gathered as his wisdom was shared,

Of those within hearing no conscience was spared,

Teachings as sharp as the edge of a sword,

But for spiritual seekers the words struck a chord.

 

Miraculous signs followed him in every direction,

He fed five thousand despite the meagre collection,

Thy kingdom come he taught us to pray,

While fulfilling that statement his very birth day.

 

And he will be called wonderful counsellor.

 

Aimed at the powerful his rebukes had a sting,

While the lost and rejected he welcomed back in,

He literally turned tables challenged the status quo,

Simultaneously God and Man two thousand years ago.

 

He rocked the boat too much for the for the ruling elite,

Charged a thief and a robber was nailed to a tree,

He walked a lifetime in our shoes in him we can trust,

The Grand mystery made known Immanuel – God is with us.”