How humble for God to become a man.
How tender he was with his mother.
How obedient he was to his father.
How dedicated to his craft and to his prayers.
Divine yet also man,
for most of his life he seemed ordinary.
His cousin, John, didn’t recognize him
as the Messiah, the Lamb of God,
until close to the end.
His brothers didn’t believe he was
who he claimed to be.
But his mother, she always knew.
He was here on Earth
and everywhere at once,
breathing our air,
laughing, losing his footing,
experiencing all the temptations
The Savior we were waiting for
down, where we could touch him,
revealing his love for us.
Still his mother’s child,
his father’s pride,
gentle to all.