Thine advent here VIII

Well.  Here's another from the excellent book of poetry, A Widening Light: Poems of the Incarnation.  I really hope some of you will go out and buy this book.  It is full of treasures.  None of your Hallmark card Christian poetry.  I like this one, and I have been thinking lately about the third stanza, even pondering whether or not it is true.  Were there times when Christ submitted to his sinful parents' will even when he knew what was best?  Surely there were times when, like all parents, they did the best they could with the knowledge they had and still got him into something that wound up hurting him.  Or they protected him from something that it would have been better for him to endure.  Maybe Christ grew in wisdom and stature and in favor with God and man in spite of his parents at times.  That's probably as good news for parents as it is for children.  If anyone has any thoughts to share... you know what to do (or maybe you don't: you can make comments by clicking on the the thing that says "comments" right below the entry). Anyway, here it is.

Away in a manger

"The little Lord Jesus

No crying He makes."

Bah Humbug.

True God made babe

bewails the warm womb lost;

hungry, screams and gropes for mother-milk.

True God made child

wants will his own;

in tears surrenders to another.

True God made man

weeps bitterly for friend death stole,

sobs silently at Simon's loud rejection.

True God made Christ

in blood-sweat groans

that cup be taken from him.

On cruel cross

with throat dry cries

asks why Good God has Son forsaken.