Mysterious paradoxes collide in this story.
A story of a baby,
Born into nothing,
Yet born into everything.
Born in a shed,
But born in love,
And is love
And brings love.
The paradox of a young woman,
Not yet wedded,
Blessed to bring life,
Into this world that needs life
Needs hope
Requires love.
She trusted that it was she
Who God entrusted this life
This bundle,
This hope.
How afraid would she have been?
How excited would she have been?
How honoured would she have been?
And so in fact,
She brings love.
In the form of a baby,
Who cries
And nurses,
And brings hope.
And the young man,
That carpenter,
Who trusted the voice that said
Love her
Support her
Guide her.
And contrary to anything
And everything
That society said,
He did love her
Support her
Guide her.
The paradox of working men,
Shepherds,
Out in a field,
All alone,
Yet not alone.
Glorious glowing friends,
Speaking of good news –
Lord knows we need good news.
Good news of hope
And peace
And love
And joy.
They needed to see this
Good news of hope
And peace
And love
And joy.
They trusted these strangers in the night,
And travelled,
Travelled to see the infant,
Born into nothing,
And yet everything.
This baby born into a world that was theirs.
A world that they knew,
They understood.
Not of wondrous gold
And glittery diamonds,
But a world of smelly animals,
And feed troughs.
A world that was their own.
This beautiful paradoxical mystery,
Where two thousand years ago
This baby was born.
This baby who brings light
And life
And hope
And peace,
And yet – today,
This baby is born again.
We have to trust like Mary
Trust that today it is us
Who is blessed to bring
Hope,
Love.
And trust that as Jesus is born today,
God entrusts this life
This bundle,
This hope
To us.
Have faith like the carpenter Joseph,
That we are guided to
Love all,
Support all,
Guide all,
And contrary to anything
And everything,
That society says,
We must love all,
Support all,
Guide all.
