Eternity passed before we ever knew,
  you no longer ache, when we ask, “who?”

So far and long ago, You were cast into a mold,
  with out stretched arms, ours to have; to hold.

Seeking, searching, daily we strive,
  down on our knees, You come alive.

Why did we leave You, we turned, we walked away,
  while we forsook You, “forgive them,” is all You’d say.

So long ago, figuring you’d forgotten,
  Dad sent you here, His only begotten.

So long ago, You could’ve turned n’walked away,
  then He’d not hear, “forgive them,” Your loving bray.

Eternity – a single grain, washed up like any other,
  an infant enters the world, Mary’s a brand new mother.

Giving thanks and praise, for that night so long ago,
  down on our knees, His seed of grace we seek to sow.
    © 2003 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.