You want to make decisions for yourself,
to find out who you are and what you’ll be.
Sometimes you push the boundaries as you search
for something called your “own identity.”
Hand in hand, we gazed into
the mirror’s illumining light
and caught reflections of the gift
we realized that night.
I.
Christ, our glorious Elder Brother
Noble, perfect, free from sin
Firstborn Son of Heavenly Father
In all things like unto Him
We all have heard the story, it’s been told and then retold,
about the birth of Jesus Christ in Bethlehem of old.
Yet every Christmastide the tale bears telling once again,
as we reflect on that sweet babe, born to redeem all men.
Tonight I walk beneath a gentle sky
where stars are warm and whisper, “Peace, be still.”
The silence beckons softly, as the moon
shines clear and bright upon a distant hill.
Jerusalem, He entered like a King.
with shouts of acclamation, fronds of palm.
But these gave way to fear, and none were with Him.
To His stripes, loving hands applied no balm.
Just for a change I’d like to make
a change this very day–
I’d like to do the things that all
those mothering books say.