I come with the angels. No purpose but to sing the praises, reveal the glory of Creator come down on His mission of love. Let us adore Him.
I come with the shepherds. Outcast, destitute. Nothing to offer but wonder at One so great and His revelation to me? Let us adore Him.
I come with wise men seeking. Having known this world's treasures, bringing all I have to offer the King. Let us adore Him.
I come with Simeon and Anna. A lifetime of waiting for the promise fulfilled. Hearts rejoicing. Weary bodies at rest. Life's purpose fulfilled. To know the Son of God. Let us adore Him.
I come. Woman, wife, mother. Child. One life. But a life infused with eternity. Because He came, I come.
O, come with me. Let us adore Him.
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