The Cradle and the Cross

by Cindy Bleuler Tucker

May you ponder the true wonder of Christmas.

I can’t look at the cradle

Without looking to the cross

Both made from wood

Both cut from a tree

Both such a humble place

To find the King of Kings.


I can’t think about the birth

Without thinking about His death

In both I rejoice

In both He proclaims

His obedience to God’s will.


Mary’s tears

Tears of joy, tears of pain

Her son born to die

Her son born to rise again.


I can’t look at His Word

Without looking to my sin

It pierces my heart

Just as the nails pierced His hands

So long ago.


The cradle and the cross

Both memories of His love

Humble enough to become man

Holy enough to conquer sin.


I can’t think about His humble birth Without being awed by His holiness

Holiness He offers to

Those who believe

In the cradle and the cross.





About Cindy Bleuler Tucker

Hi! I'm Cindy, and I am a retired teacher, wife, and mother of a 20 year old. I am a Christian with great interest in living for the Lord in my daily life. My Christian worldview permeates every thing I do and say, at least when my sin doesn't get in the way! My family and friends are very important to me. I have a great interest in the Blble, moral issues, politics, books music, and popular culture. I love writing, going to church activities, swimming, and exercising. I have a personal interest in disability and adoption issues. I write devotionals, political commentary, reviews, poetry, and some fiction and I guess whatever I feel like. I guarantee you will not agree with me on everything. I welcome your constructive comments and hope we can have a great sharing of the minds.
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