Infant Warrior

Infant warrior of the night,
Drawing wise men from afar,
Is it you I’ve waited for?
Soft-skinned virgin’s issue,
Lying swaddled in the straw,
Lowly boy child in the light
Of distant guiding star,
Is it you who kindled its fire?
Helpless baby, meek and mild
Destined for a crown of thorns
Tiny one without a room, yet
Mighty force who calms the storm,
Have you come to be Messiah?
Newborn of the carpenter’s tribe
Do you bear my stripes?
Son of God Most High,
Are you one face of the trinity,
The human side of deity
Come to rule my destiny
And free me from the sin in me?
Are you to be my blood avenger?
Baby Jesu prophesied,
Are you my royal family –
The chosen one sent to be
Wonderful Counselor,
And Prince of Peace?
Are you kinsman redeemer,
Who rides across the sky,
And writes across your thigh,
“King of Kings and Lord of Lords?”
Tiny, precious babe,
You are my Lord Most High!

Isaiah 9:6
For a child is born to us, a son is given to us. The government will rest
on his shoulders. And he will be called: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.