Messiah

About a half-dozen years ago, I wrote this poem. And then dusted it off and edited it a couple years later. And this year, I dug it up and tinkered with it again. I'm not quite happy with it, but neither am I ready to throw in the towel. It seems a little clunky and - for all the editing (probably more than I've done to any other poem I've written) - unfinished. I don't know. Perhaps you have some suggestions...

Anyway, it seems appropriate for the season, so I thought I'd post it just for kicks.

Messiah

From borrowed manger to borrowed tomb,
From guiding star to Calvary’s gloom,
From swaddling clothes to tear-soaked shroud,
From angelic chorus to jeering crowd,
From given gold to bought with silver,
From Lord of Life to death’s chill shiver,
From warm, sweet hay to cold stone bed,
From Prince of Peace to thorn-crowned head…

From crowded inn to empty grave,
From angels’ care to Death to brave,
From humble stable to heavenly throne,
From refugee to cornerstone,
From shepherds’ search to world celebration,
From helpless babe to Lord of Creation,
From Emmanuel to God in us,
From prophecy to delivered Promise.