The Anticipation

Today is the first Sunday of Advent. This year at our church I am encouraging some of the teens to share poetry, songs, or other creative works during the lighting of the candles.

This is a poem my youngest daughter wrote that corresponds to the theme of the first week: hope.

A prophecy
older than time itself.
A son’s life is planned
before time exists.
The world,
in a time of need,
clings to this hope.
Waiting.
An unknown time,
standing by.
Hints across history.
Glimpses.
Clues.
But, expecting a knight
and getting a child?
His fate already decided;
already written in history.
So small,
so helpless.
His life in her hands.
The Shepherd’s existence
shepherded by fragile,
unstable
sinners.
A faith
only a newborn can have.
But when this baby draws His first breath,
a prophecy is read
about His last.
Oh babe,
the fate of the world is in your tiny hands.

“And again Isaiah says, ‘The root of Jesse will come, even he who arises to rule the Gentiles; in him will the Gentiles hope.’ May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.” (Rom 15:12-13 ESV)

Author: John

Husband, Dad, Podcaster, Blogger, Writer, and Speaker struggling every day to follow Jesus.

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