Before we knew it, Jesus was alive on earth
in the womb,
human heart beating, little feet kicking,
vying for us
from the beginning.
Take heart, He is with us.
When He’s behind the scenes
when we’re still waiting,
a plan into fruition
for our good, for His glory.
fulfillment of the prophecies
as the baby grew,
pushing them toward Bethlehem,
He shaped their paths
“as it is written.”
So while we were still wandering
the Messiah was already here—
behind the scenes
about to make His entrance.
I wrote this poem after contemplating something I had never given much thought before: Jesus spent nine months in the womb before Christmas. While Mary, Joseph, and some others may have known the Messiah was en route, most Jews would have been completely unaware that their Savior, though unseen, was already on earth. Nine months before Christmas, Jesus already had His human DNA, and His body was being formed. He was already God incarnate. And He was not far off.
How true it is for us as well—that many times when we believe God is far off, He is doing something important and amazing behind the scenes, doing things instrumental to the fulfillment of His promises and will. In due time He will reveal to us His purposes. And in all times we can trust Him for He is good.
“Not yet,” He said.
Or—At least He implied.
Or—At least I inferred from His
Years of silence. Decades of silence. 400 years of silence
Or—At least it seems that way.
So forgive me, but it’s hard to believe.
It’s hard to wait.
It’s hard to listen when all I hear is . . .
—Did you hear it?
I didn’t either.
My heart is faint;
My eyelids droop;
Lifter of my head, I wait for You.
I behold a sky waiting for a star of hope
I belong to a world waiting for a Son of God,