When I pack away the ornaments,
Will I pack away my heart?
“See you next Christmas,
Now a new year has start!"
On to the next thing,
And the winter blues~
What have I done with The Baby
Have I packed Him up too?
This Little Baby
Can’t be put into a box~
He can’t be returned,
Like the wrong pair of socks.
He doesn’t fly back to the North Pole
With his flying reindeer~
Until the shopping malls bring out
His big red chair next year.
He doesn’t remain in the manger
Swaddled as a tiny babe~
Because This Baby grew up,
So He could save.
He took off His swaddling cloths
To swaddled you and me~
With a Robe of Righteousness,
That sets you free.
A robe that swaddles you
With love, peace and grace~
Acceptance and forgiveness,
So look into His face.
When you wear His Robe,
God sees you swaddled in His Son~
He sees His perfection not yours,
No matter what you may have done.
A Robe He put on,
So He could put it on you~
Making all things right,
No matter what you may do.
Because this is a A Robe from a King,
Who was born in stable,
A Robe with transforming power~
Because He is able.
So unwrap The Baby in the swaddled clothes,
And become Robed in Him daily
Because it is you that He chose.
What robe do you put on to make yourself feel right, look right, and be right?
What “swaddles” do you need to trade in for His Robe?
(i.e. anxiety for peace, bitterness for forgiveness, helplessness for hope...)
"Let me tell you how happy God has made me! For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and draped about me the robe of righteousness. I am like a bridegroom in his wedding suit or a bride with her jewels."