The Baby is coming!

Crossing the river of creation and prophecy,
Cradling an armful of the Holy Spirit’s flames
Above a compass that has lost its way.

The Baby is coming!
Beyond the throne of David’s city,
Over the manger in Bethlehem,
To become a lone volcano
In frozen Sodom and Gomorrah,
To push aside the boundary between heaven and earth.

The Baby is coming!
In the trumpets of peace of Heaven’s armies and angels,
To sweep away the terror of war,
To break the chains of sin,
To place in our hands the sword of love,
To give us eternal life.

O King of Peace!
O Lamb of atonement!
Come deep into the shattered soul.
Burn this humble thatched cottage
With the breath of love,
And build there a palace of peace.

© WanHee Yoon, 1992