When they speak

Even the lambs listened

Even the rocks trembled

Not a wind blew

Not a babe cried

There was awe in their eyes

There was power in the skies

And yet

This power spoke a truth

Of gentleness

And grace

Wrapped up in a babes face

More powerful

Than the skies

Did they yearn for a demise?

Witnessing the power in the skies?

How one’s heart might burst

And soul might thirst

After hearing such big news

From wings of fire

And eyes of gold and blue