Who is he?
 
 Is he just
   Mary’s son?
  Some carpenter?

What if this crowd found out that
in the beginning was the Word
and the Word was with God
and the Word was God
and the world came
to be through
 him?

Well, his world
does not
know
its
 maker.

Christ, artisan,
help us to know you,
 that we can love you well.
Mend our hearts, minds and souls
and shape us into
your body.

Again.

Again
you send
 your wise ones
to mellow our souls,
 to warm our cold hearts.

Please,
look beyond our rebellions
and show us your
prophets in
our lives.

When life torments us and we dissolve
 into dust,
when abuse is rampant and
 sleep neglects to come,
when sadness and
hardships
rule,

Christ,

 please gather us close to you.
Wrap us in the safety
of your arms.

Make our weakness
grace.