Beautiful Yeshua,

I remember your coming,

stooping so low

making yourself nothing,

to step into our lives

humbly you came into skin.

You submitted yourself,

vulnerable to the elements,

human frailty and weakness,

the powers and politics of darkness, chaos, and suffering.

You came.

You lived.

To die.

And you died and rose again!

You wanted to be with me,

you wanted to give me your perfect, righteous, obedient life.

Thank you for coming and giving everything to save me.

I praise you Yeshua.

Amen.