The Son Came Out at Night

I write poetry - and it sounds like rap.  I started doing this while I was at Penn State, and for a couple of years now I have been doing it off and on in different ways and with different people - but I have finally come to that conclusion.  

I write poetry and it sounds like rap.

But it's not rap - not in the sense that most people (especially people who do not consistently listen to rap) would characterize it.  It does have a rhythm and a rhyme scheme, but it is not normally a 16 bar, hook, 16 bar, hook, bridge, shout out to the homies type of thing.

It's more like slam poetry.  And I am COMPLETELY okay with that.

So I thought I would blog one of my poems that I recently wrote and performed at our church for a couple of reasons.  First, it is about Christmas and Christmas is like three days away.  Second, I feel like this blog is where I spell out "ME" and so it makes sense that I would post something that is what I have now come to believe is very much that.  

The Son Came Out at Night

For my eyes have seen your salvation

Which you have prepared in the sight of all nations

Light for revelation

That's Luke 2: 30-32 homie go check the citation

In the sight of all the nations He came to rule us

The sickly patients

And heal the broken situation in which we existed

But don't get it twisted

Even before this entrance He still held us up

You could say He was double fistin'

But this - this is

Where He made us like no ohms

Because He eliminated the resistance

Caused by our sin sickness

In the form of an infant

I don't believe in coincidence

So when I think of how He showed up it's no surprise the setting was intimate

And yet the world seemed disinterested

In the form of an inn with no emptiness

No vacancy

But amazingly - so unexpectedly

His arrival was almost missed in an otherwise hectic scene

Expected a King - but this interpretation seems loose

Because the Savior Israel wanted to come on a horse came in the form of somethin' more like a papoose

Redefinition

If they only knew

That the sun (Son) that came out that night would shine a light so bright and so true

That death couldn't hold Him captive

He obliterated that vice

So we waste time idolizing people who only live once because Jesus Christ is livin' twice

So as we stand amongst the darkness

And stare at the stars in the sky

Let the Son of the Most High

Be the one upon which we fix our eyes