Came
a gift, long foretold,
Far
more precious than gold,
Who’d
grow up to be bold
And
to break Satan’s hold,
And
bring blessings untold.
And
the angels? They praised
The
shepherds? All gazed.
The
parents? Were dazed.
The
wise men? Amazed.
King
Herod? Half-crazed.
And
Bethlehem? Just lazed.
By
the life that he led,
And
the words that he said,
And
the food that he fed,
And
the blood that he shed
When
he died in our stead,
He
still raises the dead


2 comments:
Thanks. Enjoying your posts, dear brother. Many blessings. :)
Elizabeth Hayduk
Former SA Officer
Canada
Thank you for your kind words Elizabeth. God bless you.
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