THE MYSTERY OF THE INCARNATION

That the Great Angel-blinding Light should shrink His blaze to shine in a poor shepherd's eye;
That the unmeasured God so low should sink, as prisoner in a few poor rags to lie;
That from His mother's breast He milk should drink, who feeds with nectar heaven's fair family;
That a vile manger His low bed should prove, who in a Throne of stars thunders above;
That He whom the SUN serves, should faintly peep through clouds of Infant flesh!
That He, the old Eternal Word should be a child, and weep;
That He who made the fire should fear the cold
That Heaven's high majesty His court should keep in a clay cottage;
That Glories' Self should serve our griefs and fears, and free Eternity submit to years,
Let our overwhelming wonder be! by Richard Crashaw

Have a blessed Chrismas, and take time to marvel at the Incarnation!