Pondering Heart: Paradox

Dear Holy Friends,   I love the delivery scene in The Nativity Story when Joseph helps deliver the baby and then just breaks down and cries as they see the Baby. It is a side of the whole Christmas story I think we may sometimes skim over. This poem is for Joseph.   in His grip, Chandra     Paradox   I hold a paradox the tiny babe in my arms, In Him prophecies come true how can I keep him from harm? Why am I the chosen father of this heavenly child? I cannot organize my thoughts they circle and run wild. This boy so small and helpless is going to look up to me? I am a poor carpenter hardly fit for royalty. I look at this little baby feel fear and humility. This is a mighty task I face Father, I need you to help me. And as I pray to you my God I hold my son, Your Son. My baby, my child, my Savior, God may Your will be done.   ~Chandra Lynn Smith~