In Bethlehem's quiet, under star's bright gleam,
A Child was born, in a manger's dream.
Human in form, in breath, in cry,
Yet divine light shone through His eye.
He grew with laughter, under Nazareth's sun,
A boy who knew work, who knew fun.
Human in joy, in toil, in play,
Yet divine wisdom lit His way.
By Galilee's waves, He walked with men,
A teacher, a friend, yet more than them.
Human in hunger, in thirst, in rest,
Yet His words spoke of divine zest.
He healed with hands that knew the plow,
Human touch with divine power now.
He wept at graves, felt sorrow's sting,
Yet raised life with a divine spring.
Upon the cross, He bore our pain,
Human form in death's cruel chain.
But in that darkness, the divine did shine,
Through resurrection, life redefined.
From human tears to divine might,
He walked our path, yet out of sight.
In every touch, in every word,
The divine and human were conferred.
Jesus, the rhythm of earth and sky,
Human heartbeat, divine reply.
In Him, the mortal and eternal dance,
A love that gives us every chance.
So we sing of Him, in hymns so sweet,
Human and divine, complete, replete.
In His life, His death, His endless grace,
We find the rhythm of our place.
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