Myrrh When
God
Became
Small
Two times the God of Heaven and earth became
As small as God can be. The first time he
Was laid in swaddling clothes. They made him tame
As any ox or sheep. Eternity
Looked down upon a little mite on straw,
The might of heaven in a manger bed.
Jehovah was the tyke the Wise Ones saw.
The next time God became quite small, His head
Was stabbed and bruised from where the thorns and whips
And clubs had struck. Then he again was bound
In strips of cloth. Lamb’s blood had caked his lips,
Till Nicodemus entered to confound
Despair with herbs and washing. Love and myrrh
Meant resurrection could only concur.
