A Christmas poem

Creator become created
Yes, God became man
He himself was made
Nothing was made without him

Everyone had prayed to him
Yet He himself prayed in agony,
“Not mine, but Thy will be done”
The giver became the gift
The Lord became a servant
One who breathed life
now took a breath and even cried

Full of grace and full of truth
Denied of Pilate’s festival mercy
Even despised and rejected by men
Bowed his head on a tree
Then rose again to set man forever free
From eternity to eternity, he is indeed God