He came like a star
Piercing the darkness,
A radiant light
To a world that cannot cope
He came to be born
Alone to bear
The sins of all
That we might know
His incomprehensible
Enduring love
He came to serve
The homeless and hungry
Each seeking refuge
Waiting at his door
He came to redeem
The tiny babes ripped apart
From a nurturing place
That they might rest
In peaceful quiet,
And be rocked
In the cradle of grace
He came to seek the lost and poor
Offering shelter in outstretched arms
A tender embrace
And a compassionate touch
He came to be
The eyes for the blind
Ears for the deaf
Hope to the disabled
And the Savior to all
Called by his name
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Poem by: Joyce E. Johnson © 2012
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