“Come, let us reason together,”
says the LORD.
“Though your sins are as scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are as red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.”
— Isaiah 1:18
She bled redly
Among the sheep
And the stink of cattle,
Watching her newborn sleep
After the night-long birthing battle.
Now, the dawn began its lightening creep
And the creatures their barnyard medley —
After the pain and dark.
White-wrapped and new, the boy
Was all that was clean — a contrast stark
But still a promise of joy,
A snowy infant to erase the scarlet mark,
Remove the crimson stain.
The Creator became the Savior by entering
Into the world through all the pain of Eden’s curse.
That red Christmas became our white Christmas
As God began to nurse.