Our Help From Heaven

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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,

found 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.

 

Our salvation,

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.

 

I surrendered

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.

 

You’re perfect.

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.

 

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Merry Christmas