Behold, I Stand
When the night is deep
with the sense of Christmas
and expectancy hangs heavy
on every breath,
behold, I stand at the door and knock.
When the floor is knee-deep
in discarded wrapping paper
and the new books are open at page one
and the new toys are already broken,
behold, I stand at the door and knock.
When the family is squashed
elbow to elbow
around the table,
and the furious rush for food is over
and the only word that can describe the feeling
is full,
behold, I stand at the door and knock.
When Christmas is over
and the television is silent
for the first time in two days
and who sent which card to whom
is forgotten until next year,
behold, I stand at the door.
And when the nation has finished celebrating
Christmas without Christ,
a birthday without a birth,
the coming of a kingdom
without a king,
when I am forgotten,
despised,rejected,
crucified,
behold, I stand.
Gerard Kelly @threadforthejourney, taken from his book ‘Spoken Worship’.
Image from Wikipedia, Keble College version
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