In a borrowed cradle
Hewn from stone
Swaddled.
A Passover lamb
Kept free from blemish
First cry
Beneath the star.
Light in the darkness
A baby, pure and innocent
God in human form
Vulnerable and weak
Born to serve
To suffer
To save
Shadow of the cross
Upon the newborn King
Final cry
As darkness cloaks the earth
Covering the sun
Broken body, bearing my blemish
Swaddled again
And laid to rest
In a borrowed tomb
Hewn from stone
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