When God Became a Child

Did he
Scrape his knees,
Stub his toes,
Have dirty nails,
A runny nose?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he
Clap for joy,
Run full speed,
Watch an ant,
Plant a seed?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he cling to Mom,
Follow Dad,
Love them both
With all he had?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he
Hold his breath,
Count to ten,
Giggle a bit,
Enjoy a spin?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he
Spread his arms
With the wind,
Watch the trees
Sway and bend?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he
Say his prayers,
Cuddle up tight,
Watch the stars,
Want a kiss goodnight?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he
Play in mud,
Walk in the rain,
Feel the cold,
Have a pain?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

Did he
Raise his hands,
Ask to be held,
Rest secure
Trusting all was well?
Just like you,
Just like me,
When God became a child?

He was a little boy.
He was God’s great joy.
He gave up majesty.
Became like you and me.
It’s unbelievable.
It’s unexplainable.
That God became a child.
God became a child?
Yes, God became a child.

 

Patricia Burlison
©2003

What a Wonder

What a wonder, baby boy.
You will be your mother’s joy.
Such a tiny gift you are.
You shine for me, a precious star.
God has blessed me and I sing.
He has told me you’re our king.
I know not how this came to be.
I’m in awe that He chose me.

Such perfection in my hand.
I don’t claim to understand
How His purposes work out.
I will trust Him when I doubt.
I accept the gifts He gives.
I submit my will to His.
And when He lays His call on you,
What He asks is what you’ll do.

My heart is full my little one.
Heaven’s gift, my own son.
Many wonders I have seen.
I’m not sure what they all mean
But I’ll hold them in my heart,
Treasures for when life grows dark.
God will reveal His plan in time,
But for now, you’re simply mine.

 

Patricia Burlison
©2004

Shepherds Watching

What a night
Amazing sight
Shepherds keep watch
O’er the Shepherd of Life

Those who watched
By starlight
Now called to see
Our Watcher of night

Leaving their flocks
Now they find
Our King who left
Majesty behind

Lacking all
They receive
Emmanuel
As the angels sing

 

Patricia Burlison
©2010

Eternal Words

Across the skies the stars stood guard
And one obeyed a whispered word.
It was to shine a special light.
Serve as a sign.Serve as a guide.

Across the earth the angels watched.
One was given a calming word.
Fear Not! would be the theme proclaimed
That would speak of peace,
That would speak of hope.

Across the fields the shepherds lived.
The ones to hear the angel’s word.
And they would hurry to this babe.
They  would come to see.
They would come believe.

Across all time creation stilled
And One was born the living Word.
His hands would hold eternal life.
He will be our price.
He will be our King.

Across our hearts the wind still blows
Bearing the everlasting Word.
It seeks to saturate our lives,
Guard us on our way,
Guard us through each day.

Across the years I’ll learn to seek
The richness found inside His Word
And plant it firmly in my soul.
This is how I’ll grow.
This is how I’ll live.

 

Patricia Burlison
©2003

Just Because

Why do angels in the sky
Sing to shepherds in the night?
Why do heavenly hosts proclaim
Joyous news where there’s no fame?
Why does God so love to choose
The lowly here on earth to use?

Just because He wants to share.
Just because we’re in His care.
Just because He loves.

Why do wise men cross the earth
To find a child of simple birth?
Why bring gifts fit for a king
When there’s no one noticing?
Why is God so often prone
To turn our thinking upside down?

Just because He wants to share.
Just because we’re in His care.
Just because He loves.

Why did He choose to come this way?
Why was He often turned away?
Why a child without a home?
Why a king without a throne?
Why a manger for a bed?
Why no crown upon His head?

Just because He wants to share.
Just because we’re in His care.
Just because He loves.

 

Patricia Burlison
©2005

Gift of Dawn

In the darkness of the night…
Dawn is coming.In stillness preceding light…
Dawn is coming.
In the depth of dark despair…
Dawn is coming.
In sharp coldness everywhere…
Dawn is coming.

It comes in humbleness and light.
It comes in mystery and quiet.
It comes in pain and sacrifice.
It comes in glory and surprise.

To the weak and to the small…
Dawn is coming.
To the ones who dare not call…
Dawn is coming.
To the king who yields his will…
Dawn is coming.
To the angels waiting still…
Dawn is coming.

It comes with hope for each new day.
It comes with mercy to proclaim.
It comes with promise to all lands.
It comes with grace from God’s own hand.

With the dawn comes hope and joy.
A common birth, a baby boy.
A gift to all from God above.
A message true, a note of love.

Sing of the Dawn that’s come to us.
Praise His Name, the Lord Jesus.

 

Patricia Burlison
©2000

Herod’s Rant

I will not have this!
It cannot be!
I will not allow
Any king but me!

Just let me know where
He may be found.
I want to bury
Him in the ground.

If I cannot learn
The one foretold,
I will tear each one
From its mother’s hold.

All the baby boys
Gone from the town,
This in my promise,
I will keep my crown.

So they weep and mourn,
What is that to me?
My reign is secure.
Everyone will see.

 

Patricia Burlison
©2003

 

Joseph’s Child

I look upon this child
And wonder at the way
God moved in my life
And brought me to this day.

How God spoke within a dream
When plans had turned to ash,
How He told me not to fear,
He’d given me this task.

This child that Mary bore
Would be mine to raise,
Though he’d bear another name
That all the world would praise.

And now I hold this babe,
This tiny life; my son,
Still no less amazed
That I should be the one

Entrusted with the care
Of one who’d come to be
Messiah, come to save,
To set his people free.

I hope in all I do
I’ll listen to His voice;
Be the father that he needs;
Be worthy of His choice.

 

Patricia Burlison
©2006

Down the Back Stairs

God came for a visit
Came down the back stairs
He stepped into the kitchen
And met with us there

He talked and He listened
He cooked  up some fish
And when we were done
He help wash the dishes

God came for a visit
Came down the back road
He gathered up strangers
And carried their load

He sat on the ground
He shared out His bread
We might have been enemies
Now we’re family instead

God came for a visit
He came from backstageHe brought us eternity
An end to death’s rage

He gave us His life
He gave us His death
That we might find mercy
That we might find rest

God came for a visit
Now He asks us to come
Follow His footsteps
As we find our way home

 

Patricia Burlison
©2008