The combination of listening to Christmas music and bathing Josiah this morning put a giant lump in my throat. I have loved this song for many Christmas seasons (especially those in which I got to hear Mark Epperson perform it at the First Pres Christmas Joy concert). But this year it feels especially meaningful as I hold my little guy and think about what Mary must have felt holding her baby.
In case you're wondering, it was the fourth verse that brought tears to my eyes this morning.
Welcome to Our World (Chris Rice)
Tears are falling, hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God You've been promised, we've been waiting
Welcome Holy Child Welcome Holy Child
Hope that you don't mind our manger How I wish we would have known But long-awaited Holy Stranger Make Yourself at home Please make Yourself at home
Bring Your peace into our violence Bid our hungry souls be filled Word now breaking Heaven's silence
Welcome to our world Welcome to our world
Fragile finger sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for thorn Tiny heart whose blood will save us Unto us is born Unto us is born
So wrap our injured flesh around You Breathe our air and walk our sod Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect Son of God Perfect Son of God Welcome to our world
[By the way, I am spending this afternoon doing more retro-updates, so look backward for more new posts.]