The Word’s how it all began.
The Word was.
The Word is.
The Word will come, for the Word is what he is.
He was God & with God before it began.
All of it was made through him.
Nothing, seen or unseen, came about without him, for in the Word was life.
Deep within him life sourced forth to radiate into the world as glorious light.
This thickened, brightened light exposed darkness
And Darkness cannot stand, nor sway, nor conquer it.
But God sends His conquerors.
One came, sent from God, called “John.”
He came, sworn by God, to tell the whole truth
Nothing but the light, so through illumination the nations might overcome.
John’s not light, he’s a witness on the stand, a pawn in our King’s hand.
Thick, true light would soon burst into earth.
He was in the cosmos. Though
He, being the source, made it all, none of it noticed
Him. None of it called
Him “Maker, ” though
He knew it as “mine.”
He thought of his own people constantly, but consistently they left
But not all.
They opened arms, opened hearts, & welcomed their Word, praying to him.
To Receivers He gave a birthright, an identity, that none could take away.
They are Children of God.
They’re not Children of men.
Nor came they from choice and
No Husband or wife has control of this for
They are born of God himself.
The Word came as flesh,
Erecting His tent amidst our camp,
Despite our minuscule, minor shelters.
Our camp’s center shifted.
Gravity drew us into him,
For all orbited his tent.
His is a weight we can see, for he,
He is the one, the only one, the holy one coming from our Father,
of we, His children.
His weight is truth.
His weight is grace.
For He is full of undeserved chances.
Undeserved power to change.
And that fullness
Overflows to us,