Luke 2:13-14

What glory there is
when power dressed down,
not flaunting what’s His.

What resplendence there be
when might unrobes,
inviting us to see.

The magnificence of heaven—
Not all might and strength;
But a well rounded seven. 

Full, lacking nothing, complete;
Refined, perfected, finished;
Seated on Heaven’s mercy seat

Yes—Complete, whole perfection. 
Totally presenting itself, 
reaching for our affection.

Your glory, Abba, is not flat
possessing brute might alone.
Rather, it is a deep, layered vat.

Your strength and might, 
a small percent
of Your brilliance bright.

So much more are You,
an invitation open to behold
Your multicolored hue.

Omnipotent strength did undress 
Exposing and inviting,
granting intimate access.

Your strength—part of You;
though not Your sum.
You are more than You do.

Surely, what glory there is
when power dresses down;
Not flaunting what’s His!

Oh let us behold
the depth of Your splendor
and bask in Your majesty untold!