We confess we don’t understand God’s ways.
He’s tiny baby, he’s Ancient of Days.
Now new born, he laid the earth’s foundation,
Spoke the word for the dimensions of creation.
Gurgling, he kicks his chubby feet, and yet,
On this cornerstone earth’s footings are set.
Twenty inches long, he measured galaxies
Weak and helpless, his power restrains the seas.
Satisfied with lullabies, our King
Once rejoiced with angels, heard morning stars sing.
He who clothed the earth in darkness and cloud;
Wears swaddling, tunic, shroud.
With God’s power we would do things differently.
But what would we miss if everything was easy?
Precious Stones 