by J.D. Graham
The God-man, born inside a borrowed cave,
is wrapped by Mary’s hands in swaddling bands.
He will be wrapped again by women’s hands
before they lay him in a borrowed grave.
At birth, the angels promise He will save
His people from their sins, preach peace to man,
unbind the captives, be life for dead lands.
All this, in this weak infant whom God gave.
At death, though spotless, He takes up our sin.
There is no peace for Him: God hides His face.
They drag Him, beaten, through the streets, begin
to crown Christ, crucify Him. Still, God’s grace
abounds; this Man, a heap of broken skin,
kills in Himself all death for Adam’s race.