May I Come In?
May I Come In? By Doug Bastian God came in among his earthlings Cloaked, concealed in human frame, King to be, clothed first in swaddling, Given Joseph’s revealed name. He grew up a pure example For the work he was to do, Shocked the rabbis in the Temple With his wisdom which shone through. Worked like all men to make ends meet, Helped his dad make things of wood, With rough hands and dusty, tough feet Fit right in where e’er he stood. Blended with his people’s goings, Did not tell from whence he came, Saw their plight and their souls’ longings, Saw their leaders’ crafty game. Then his cousin John came calling By the Sea of Galilee, Choosing hides to be his clothing— Locusts with his daily tea. John called out for true repentance To the crowds that gathered there, So that they’d avoid the sentence Holy God will bring to bear. Look! Watch your Messiah enter, Breaking on the earthly scene, Heaven’s dove shows John his Mentor, “This your Lamb may now be seen.” We are glad he came to show us How to step into the Light, How to bear our…
