Breathe. Breathe. And Then Love Wide

I’m enjoying rewriting lyrics this Christmas…

This one is to the tune of “What Child Is This?”

What child is this, who comes to us,

Born in a time of yearning?

Whose strength is weakness, grace and love,

While fragile hope is breathing.

This, this is Love made Flesh.

Born for a world still waiting.

Breathe, breathe, and then love wide,

The news is worth proclaiming.

Why lies he in a shelter bed,

Where housing costs are rising?

For love draws near the ones cast out,

With faithful hope abiding.

This, this is Love made Flesh.

Born for a world still waiting.

Breathe, breathe, and then love wide,

The news is worth proclaiming.

Why stands he with the ones confined,

’Gainst fear and judgment straining.

For love breaks through, no cell can hold,

His mercy is releasing.

This, this is Love made Flesh.

Born for a world still waiting.

Breathe, breathe, and then love wide,

The news is worth proclaiming.

So come and meet this Love made Flesh,

By welcoming the least as him.

The breath of life salvation brings,

Let every heart breathe deeply.

This, this is Love made Flesh.

Born for a world still waiting.

Breathe, breathe, and then love wide,

The news is worth proclaiming.