I Wonder as I Wander

We float around on a rock circling an unimpressive star in an obscure section of a random galaxy.  That God would take note of us is amazing.  That He would spend millenniums wooing us is incomprehensible.  That He would send His own flesh and blood to redeem us is unfathomable. 

When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow's stall

With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all

But high from God's heaven, a star's light did fall

And the promise of ages it then did recall.

That He would herald His son’s birth with a fearsome choir of the angelic host echoes His royalty.  That kings would come bearing gifts to bow at the crib echoes our meager response.  That cows lulled the baby to sleep while hay poked his tender skin echoes our impoverished ignorance.

If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing

A star in the sky or a bird on the wing

Or all of God's Angels in heaven to sing

He surely could have it, 'cause he was the King

That Jesus would know the love of family - the lullabies of His mother, the protection of His father - shouts His humanity.  That people would flock to Him - as a baby in a manger, a child at the temple, a rabbi, a man, a teacher, healer, hope of the world – shouts His true ancestry.  That we would beat Him, hang Him on a tree, and kill Him shouts our depravity.

I wonder as I wander out under the sky

How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die

For poor on'ry people like you and like I;

I wonder as I wander out under the sky

That God would allow this heralds His holiness.  That Jesus would bear this confirms His deity.  That we would turn and bow and worship is our only  appropriate response.  

Will we?  

I wonder…