Monday, December 8, 2014

When You Think of Christmas Gifts

Our Savior wasn't received as a King
On that very first Christmas morn.
No elegant robes, only homemade clothes
The infant's body adorned.

No fame, no trumpet, no grand speech.
No hint that He the world would teach.
No one noble anointed His head;
He lay in a manger instead of a bed.

The FULLNESS of God resided within
The infant Christ born without sin.
Filled with Glory, Truth, and Light
Born that lost sinners might receive sight.

Born to die that mankind might live;
Born to pardon and forgive.
Born to bear the sin and shame,
Dying my death, carrying my blame.

He ascended the hill bearing the cross,
Nails pierced flesh, all hope now lost.
Enduring the pain, each breath diminished,
He cried out to God, and then it was finished.

Laid in the grave, His flesh now dead;
Wrapped in a shroud from toe to head,
He conquered death and after three days,
Rose from the dead and abandoned the grave.

 He lives today and forevermore,
Salvation's lost hope has been restored.
 Eternal Life, purpose and joy
Triumphs over death destroyed.

 Christ alone gives eternal life,
Hope for heaven and absence from strife.
Salvation heals our sin-sick soul,
Assures us of heaven and life that's whole.

When you think of Christmas gifts this year
Think of Him whose life so dear
Was given to bring salvation true
That the promise of heaven might include you.

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