God's gift to the world is rejected
not initially embraced
it is covered in flesh wrapping
bound in suffering lace
Opened in anguish
smells of death raise up high
but oh what joy awaits us inside
Such pompous for rags
a waste of time seems his shame
who will awake early and eager?
so profane is this thing
Though no eye can now see
yet a rattles shakes noise
how quickly we'll put aside all of our toys
To accept such a grace that joy may be won,
for glory eternal, let no one lament,
cannot be apprehended
efficiently or in a moment
by BV
