Well,
God,
Here we are.
Here we are.
Here
we are before you.
Here
we are sitting,
standing,
kneeling before you.
Here
we are with you.
You,
the King of Glory,
clothed
in splendour,
wrapped
in light,
seated
on high.
You,
the Servant King,
who
removed your cloak,
wrapped
a towel around your waist,
and
knelt to the ground.
You,
the child born King of the Jews,
born
in poverty,
wrapped
in swaddling cloths,
and
laid in a manger.
Here
we are.
Here
we are with you before us.
Here
we are, surrendered,
with empty hands and open hearts.
Here
we are, pregnant with expectation,
ready to receive from you.
Well,
God, here we are.
We
are surrendered with you.
