Incarnation

HAIL Christmas morn, most welcome is thy feast!
The world with well-filled barns is sore in need.
O, hungry world, how slow, how slow to learn
The truth that man is not to live by bread alone.
For he was made for something more than such.
So God has spread a feast of Love divine,
And at this holy season bids thee eat.
This ample portion rests in lowly crib.

Hark! hark! my soul, for God eternal speaks
One Word sublime, a miracle indeed.
For lo! the Word is clothed with human flesh,
This mystery He freely offers thee -
A Loaf of Bread all drenched in ruddy wine.
The only source of life my God provides.
Within I hear Him speak the Living Word.
My hungry heart thus feeds and lo! I live.

~John Wright Follette