He comes, this infant God.
He comes as helpless babe to take our burden of guilt.
He comes, a sleeping child, to give us rest.
He comes to bring joy to the broken hearted.
He comes to deliver the captive.
He comes, the Word made flesh, to bring Truth.
He comes to restore, to make beauty from ashes.
He comes with love, offering Himself.
When He comes, will you receive Him?
Sunday grace. Christmas grace.