A Christmas Poem
Our Savior wasn't received
as a King
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 GREATNESS of God was
contained within
This infant Christ-child
born without sin.
Filled with Glory, Truth,
and Light,
Born to bring hope for
sinful man’s plight.
Born to die that mankind
might live,
Born to pardon and forgive.
Born to bear our sin and
shame,
To die our death, assume our
blame.
He climbed the hill bearing
the cross,
Nails pierced flesh, all
hope now lost.
Enduring great pain, each breath diminished,
He cried out to God; 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 once lost has been
restored.
Eternal life, purpose and
joy,
Fear of death now destroyed.
Christ alone gives new life,
Hope for heaven and absence
from strife.
It was He who healed my
sin-stained soul,
Assured me of heaven and a
life that’s whole.
When you think of Christmas this
year
Consider Christ whose life
so dear
Was given to bring salvation
true
That the promise of heaven
would include you.
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