Stroking his beard
Being a Christmas miracle
Joseph saw this child
Swaddled in cloth
On a cold winters night
From a single man to a father
He became
Unknown that Jesus was going to be the great I Am
Till angels gave the word
A new father
A father of a king
How could this be so?
Laying his finger aside of his nose
The thoughts began to race
To see Mary and baby
The beauty of life
To see Mary holding Jesus he cried
This had become the time he’d been waiting for Since God had told him about this birth
For in the night
With only little light
This child looked enchanted and surreal
He knew he was a true father
And his life had forever changed
For he was now a father of a king
A living miracle
One day to be a man
He did not know his son would save everyone
Or that this miracle would one day perform miracles
For he was just the perfect Christmas gift
Stroking his beard
Finger aside his nose
He said
For you my boy are the living son
Unknown to what that would really mean
As he himself became like a royal instantly
This boy Jesus is here
The concept of Christ
The miracle man
The great I am
