Our Help From Heaven
You saw me.
You saw me amidst the millions
and you chose me.
As if your will to save was already in motion
when you knit me and composed me.
You favored me and met me.
You breathed life into my virgin womb and asked I follow and forget me.
In my youth,
the world would turn their backs and shamed me.
Telling secrets of false scandal,
a groom with place to blame me.
But you, heard me.
You sent me help from Heaven.
When an angel met the man to leave me and
told him of our ever-present blessing.
The name, Jesus.
It rolled off our lips like glory.
And the kicks I felt from deep within
were authoring a story.
But at the cost of all I knew.
Now on a journey that I never planned
but with faith to honor You.
And there you led us
by census back to Bethlehem.
Just as the prophets had foretold
we found ourselves without an inn
and I begged you.
Lord could this be your deed?
That I would birth the one to save us all
next to cattle, ox and steed?
What were you doing?
You were sending help from heaven.
In a way that looked so little like what all the world expected.
to the wild ways you do things.
And in response to what I fail to grasp
I trusted you would use me.
In my adversity you sustained me,
you maintained me
and proclaimed me
capable of carrying a Heaven-sized ordaining.
You robbed me of my infancy,
you brought me to the end of me,
and in that moment every inch of me
cried out I need help from heaven!
And there you came.
With the labor pains that Eve knew
I lurched and longed to meet you
and felt you come like help from heaven.
Heart beating, your tiny cry fell.
Oh my son, I cry EMMANUEL.
God with us, Prince of Peace, you’re here
as I count your fingers, toes and ears.
Spotless little lamb.
Who am I to hold so tightly
the precious Great I Am?
Oh yes you’ve come.
Like help from heaven for us all
oh Lord now let your glory fall
your plans are worthy to be praised!
You keep Your word.
You Show the world your mercy.
Lifting the weak you quench the thirsty
with your ever-flowing hope.
My life a picture
of a King who is the victor.
Who meets the weary servant girl
and calls her out by name.
God, I will praise you.
The one who was and is and is to come
and through me you have sent your Son.
Hosanna in the highest!
He is here!
Redemption wearing flesh.
Somehow our God has come to us.
You have remembered Israel
Our help from heaven.
I stored it in my heart.
Glory, glory in the highest!
Emmanuel, God with us.