Conceivable
- Dec 25, 2025
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Conceivable
By Stan Key
That which is conceived in her is of the Holy Spirit. (Matthew 1:20).
My mental powers can’t conceive
The truth God calls me to believe,
The gift he asks me to receive
At Christmas.
God wrapped in flesh – incarnate Word!
What doctrine could be more absurd?
A stranger tale I’ve never heard
Among us.
That Mary’s egg was fertilized
By God’s own seed? I’m scandalized!
My intellect is paralyzed;
And doubtful.
That God would take the form of man?
Eternity within a span?
Omnipotent power in baby’s hand?
Sheer madness.
Such thoughts made Herod reason why
And say, “This baby has to die!
His claims to Kingship are a lie.
I rule here.”
So he performed an act of treason;
And trusting only in his reason,
He murdered children in this season
Of gladness.
Could I, like him, be so unkind,
And in my darkness be so blind,
The Light of lights I cannot find
Beside me?
Somehow I know this child, though small,
Has come to save or judge us all.
Will I before him choose to fall
In worship?
Or will I see him as a threat
(Although we haven’t even met)
And choose my path and make my bet
On me?
O Lord, give sight that I may see
And with the magi bow the knee
And make this babe my Lord – not me!
King Jesus.
Send your Spirit, Lord, I pray,
Impregnate me with Life today,
And bend my will to your own way
This Christmas.



“Send your Spirit, Lord, I pray,
Impregnate me with Life today,
And bend my will to your own way
This Christmas.“
My hearts constant cry-
Stated so beautifully!
Thanks Stan for your poetry, filled with eternal truth!
What an awsome God we serve, full of grace upon grace ~ To Him be all the glory in song and deed as we take time to reflect upom His immense faithfulness throughout the ages.
We are finite, yet God is all powerful. Our minds have difficulty accepting that which is beyond our understanding.