He Arrived: A Christmas Poem

He arrived.

In the midst of darkness and sin, the Promised Child of the Ages came to the scene.
Unpretentious.
Without fanfare.
Quietly . . . on a still night in Palestine.
To ordinary people.
He arrived.

For the brokenhearted and those filled with shame, the Immanuel came to the scene.
A little child . . . a boy.
Testified by the prophets.
Quietly . . . on a still night in Palestine.
To ordinary people.
He arrived.

To those whose hearts swell with longing, God’s Anointed Son came to the scene.
The Almighty God.
Cloaked in flesh.
Quietly . . . on a still night in Palestine.
To ordinary people.
He arrived.

For redemption’s great purpose, Jesus Christ came to the scene.
Savior and Lord.
Born to die.
Died to rise again.
Quietly . . . on a still afternoon in Palestine.
For ordinary people.
He arrived.

For you.

(c) Copyright 2001 by Matthew R. St. John