That my eyes would be fixed on You, the newborn babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, a sign of hope unto us.
That my ears would hear that still small voice, despite the surrounding noises, adhering to the instructions to the latter.
That my heart would yearn for my lover, the One whose side was pierced for me. In His court, should I stand taking in every bit of His glory.
That my knees would bow before Him, my palms placed together as I humble myself to table my request to the way to the Father.
That I would remain a puppet in your hands, with no life of my own, my limbs ordered by your leading, and my words, a product of your voice.
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