Crazy to think,
that deity would sink,
down to our brink,
to bring back the link that was lost between the clay and the Potter at quite a great cost.
As they strayed from their mould,
bowed down before gold,
still carrying His image,
they scurried and scrimaged,
looking for life in places outside of it's source,
like looking for light apart from the Sun.
He saw their conundrum,
so He sent His son,
in the most perplexing form,
an innocent child.
Kings trembled at the news,
a certain Herod saught for all firstborn boys to be killed as he desperately clinged to his power.
Nothing could stop the reign of the Son of man,
he grew to be a carpenter,
a humble servant,
the epitaph of meek strength,
the fullness of God in the flesh of a man.