An Incarnation Poem

I wrote yesterday about the doctrine of the Incarnation, so don’t miss that. A few weeks ago, Mackenzie also wrote about the Incarnation, taking his cues St. Cyril of Alexandria. Today, I point you to a poem written by one of my favorite hip-hop artists, Odd Thomas.

Take a listen:

You can find more from Odd Thomas, and the rest of the Humble Beast Crew, at their website. All of their music is free, so be sure to check it out.

Here are the words for the poem above:

What good is the Christmas story if its void of God and and His glory,
Whats the worth of the words “peace on earth” if its not rooted in the complete truth of Christ’s birth.

For what benefit is it for us to discuss the joy of the season unless,
We fix our hearts and minds on the principle reason that Christ has atoned for us.

Christmas is more than just a story of a baby born in a manger,
More than a poor fiancé engaged to a humble virgin teenager.

More than the magi more than gold, frankincense and myrrh,
More than a narrative of the nativity scene there was so much more that occurred.

It’s the coming of Messiah, the fulfillment of all the Old Testament promises.
The prophecy of the suffering servant and all of His accomplishments.

The second person of the Trinity commissioned to abandon his position,
And literally set aside the independent exercise of his attributes in full submission.

The word manifested in the flesh, the the fullness of God expressed,
The self-emptying Jesus poured out at the fathers request.

The condescending of a Holy God made in the likeness of men,
A child born to be the savior that would save the world from their sins.

The offspring of the virgins womb, The Christ, Gods own Son,
Fully God yet fully man the only theanthropic one.

The image of the invisible God, the radiance of the father’s fame,
Holy but retain his humanness to empathize with our pain.

Fulfillment of Father’s will to come into the world and die in place of sinful men,
And received the full fury of the judgment of God upon Himself instead.

He was unjustly crushed chastised cursed and shamed,
Mocked and adorned with a crown of thorns disgraced but still faced the grave.

Pierced Feet, Pierced hands, blood stain Son of Man,
Resurrected to bring forgiveness and free passage into the promise land.

This is what we celebrate “Christ the new born King!”,
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail incarnate Deity.

Published by

J.F. Arnold

James received his MA in Philosophy of Religion at Talbot School of Theology in 2013. He holds a BA in Biblical Studies from Biola University, and is a graduate and perpetual member of the Torrey Honors Institute. James blogs on a number of subjects, including technology, theology, and hip-hop. He has written for Biola’s Center for Christianity, Culture, & the Arts, The Gospel Coalition, and he is an editor for Mere Orthodoxy. You can also keep up with him on Twitter (@jamesfarnold).