Here we stand on this busy street corner
At the intersection of memories and tradition
The traffic circle where what we believe
and what we hope for
and we hope in
Merge
And yet the temptation is to rubberneck
To look at the pretty lights
Tear open the carefully wrapped presents
Admire the Nativity sets for their beauty
rather than their meaning
And while there's nothing wrong with
enjoying the scenery
Perhaps it would help to remind ourselves
that the ultimate destination
of this Baby's journey
is the Cross
and the Tomb
And we are here at the intersection
of God's grace
and our sin
The traffic circle where His love for us
and our hopelessness without Him
Merge
poem by Mark Jackson