The Creator of the Universe Sleeps
in a Woman's Arms by Horatius Bonar You know the grace of our
Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for your sakes
He became poor, so that you through His poverty might become rich. 2 Corinthians 8.9 Go to Bethlehem and see Yon Infant. It is the Word made flesh. It
is the Eternal God Himself. Come, see the place where the
young child lay. Look at the manger. There is
the Lamb for the burnt offering. There is the Lamb of God who
takes away the sin of the world. See, yon infant, the infinite
God becomes a helpless babe. The Creator of the universe sleeps
in a woman's arms. Those feet that have not yet
trod this rough earth shall be nailed to the accursed tree.
Those little tender hands shall yet be torn. That side shall
yet be pierced by a Roman spear. that back shall yet be scourged,
that rosy cheek shall yet be buffeted and spit upon, that
brow shall yet be crowned with thorns, and all for you. Is not this wondrous love? Yes,
it is the unfathomable love of our Saviour God. Included in
this sin-atoning love of the Lord Jesus, there is also salvation
and a kingdom, and infinite bliss for every one of his redeemed
people.