What a wonderful gift was bestowed upon us the day Jesus was born, no wonder the angels sang. But the price He paid for our salvation was so terrible the earth shook and the heavens wept. I am at awe of such love, and such amazing grace. How can a saved heart not sing?
God and Man Portrayed
The baby that in the manger lay,
Was God and man on display.
His tiny feet would one day grow,
To be nailed to a cross to save man’s soul.
The Holy Promise was by the angels proclaimed.
At His death curses spat out His name.
As babe He was wrapped lovingly up tight as He slept.
At death hate tore His naked body with sores that wept.
Wise men visited the young child as King;
Pouring out worship and costly offerings.
The wise of the world His possessions tore away;
Casting lots they unwisely spurned The Way.
The star led the shepherds on the Holy night of birth.
At His death angels were silent and grief shook the earth.
The Holy child’s cries were attended to with care each day.
Only heartbreak was in attendance when alone He sins-debt paid.
Jesus’ birth the truly wise celebrate remembering the whole story.
As they rejoice in God’s gift they indeed give God all the glory,
The true light, which gives light to everyone, was coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made through him, yet the world did not know him. He came to his own, and his own people did not receive him. But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God, who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.