The true worth of a man
Real value of a woman
Prize of a priceless child newly born,
As the earth rotates
And the sun rises and sets
Day after day passes by,
Work and troubles of each cycle unending.
A restless soul cries out for meaning
An impatient heart grimaces in pain for deeper purpose
But, the answers fall flat, empty,
Clear voices fade, then fade away.
Injustice of the world, violence everywhere
Even the wealthy in turmoil,
The famous always stumble and fall;
Greatness and glory in the world much as the internet
But a moment’s vapor, mist come then gone,
All forgotten names and faces
Flames once burned brightly
To light the way of earthly shadows,
Now cold, blank, silent in this shameless world.
Suddenly, from an unknown place, a new spark, a covering magnificant flash
A new light of hope is seen
From a narrow trickle to a growing flood
Earth bathed in a different supernatural light.
A small cross becomes a huge tower,
The Voice that cried “It is finished.”
Now powerfully resounds throughout the Universe,
Tower for refuge, shelter for any troubled spirit, mind and soul
Safety beyond simple healing made known.
Name above all names revealed to a humble man with a broken heart,
Shown to a meek woman with a crushed spirit,
Beautiful Name as a glowing banner wrapped about the newest child
Kingdom robes to cover the nakedness,
Life experienced never to be the same.
A rock becomes a mountain and fills the Earth