The Lamb of God, born in a stable, instead of where people reside, Most kids first meal is at the table, instead of almost outside.
Salvation was Born
By Arley Steinhour 120811
There was one man, born on this earth,
Who grew up, perfect, though seldom shy,
Teaching God's word, for all he's worth,
An Itinerant sort of guy.
His Birth, at best, floor clean swept,
No room, on upper floor,
But where new lambs and hay are kept,
Inside, beside, the door.
A manger, made into a bed,
Swaddling cloth, on navel wrapped,
Light did glow about his head,
People praise God, and softly clapped.
Joseph, presumed the father,
Mary, there was no doubt,
Herdsmen, then began to gather,
An Angel told them what this is about.
"Fear not," he said, "a child is born,
You'll find him in the Stable,
He has come to fill Salvation's horn,
Free all, from Sin, He's able.
Camels arrived, dismount three men old,
Dressed like Kings, they were so elegant,
Offering, Frankincense, Myrrh, and Gold,
Praising child, as they did Repent.
Emmanuel, God, born of woman,
Through Self-Resurrected Death,
Worthy to pay Sin Debt, for man,
Justifying Eternal, Living, Breath.
We celebrate God's Mortal Birth,
Who paid Hell's Price, for all,
We need not prove we have the worth,
Without Jesus, we'd surely Fall.