I love this poem. 1st Century Palestine was not filled with precious moments figurines, but busy people trying to make a life under the leadership of Rome, masters of power. The world today is also not such a safe place. I once had a friend honestly say that he did not think it was right to bring a child into such a troubled world. The Almighty did not think that way…
The Risk of Birth
This is no time for a child to be born,
With the earth betrayed by war & hate
And a comet slashing the sky to warn
That time runs out & the sun burns late
That was not time for a child to be born,
In a land in the crushing grip of Rome:
Honor & Truth were trampled by scorn—
Yet here did the Savior make his home.
When is the time for love to be born?
The Inn is full on planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn –
Yet love still takes the risk of birth.