1 Peter 1:12
Was there a window to the womb
set up in the throne room of heaven those nine months,
the Father and the angels gathering to watch
the maker of the earth and heavens
and suck His thumb,
the Spirit enfolding the Savior in peace?
No wonder the angels couldn’t contain their joy
when He made it safely through that narrow birth canal!
How they must have stood in awe
as He took His first breath in the stuffy stable air.
How Gabriel must have longed
to tickle those perfect, tiny baby toes
as the callused carpenter hands wrapped Him gently in swaddling cloth.
It was Joseph burping Jesus,
Mary tracing her finger on His soft cheek.
Ah, this fragile creature Creator
brought into our world
where, even without a cross, all die
through tragedy or slow cellular decay –
what He has done
even the angels desire to comprehend.