Ode to the Word Made Flesh

Boundless grace that whispers through the ages,
Where words become a bridge from heaven's stages,
The Word made flesh, in divine history drawn,
With tender strokes of light and hues of dawn.

Within the womb of Mary, pure and mild,
God touched her and His Son who would come as a Child.
A spark divine was in human vesture bright,
The promise was born to conquer fear and night.

In dusty streets and by the quiet streams,
Where shadows stretched their twisted schemes,
To those who sought You with a heart inspired,
For in Your love, the weak grow strong and on fire.

You offered life, a gift beyond compare,
And hearts once cold find warmth beyond despair.
The Word made flesh, the path made clear,
Our hearts are no longer lost in doubt and fear.


Your sacrifice, a beacon high and fair,
The light that pierces through the air,
Shines forth through time's eternal plan,
Guiding lost sheep back by God's divine hand.

For in the light of Your redeeming birth,
The love that conquered sin and earth,
We find the truth that sets us free,
The Word made flesh, our life's surety.

Let every heart in this great universe,
Echo through the halls of time, no longer cursed.
Your message is clear, your promise sure,
In awe and wonder, angels sing forevermore