Jesus, God’s Son


As you gather around your glowing tree
May you find yourself on bended knee.
In awe of a baby who came just to die
To pay for the sins of you and I.
An unfathomable present, God’s promise to us.
The reason for the season we call our Christmas.
He was born in a manger, no room in the Inn.
Surrounded by strangers with hearts wide open.
We call them the wise men, bearing gifts for the king.
The dark blessed night graced by angels who sing.
He left the comfort of Heaven, a place of glory.
To be pierced, and beaten, and nailed to a tree.
Our Savior he rose just three short days later.
Death could not hold him, His love was much greater.
So as you come and sit around your bright tree,
Remember the light represents our Holy
Jesus, God’s son, His life was poured out.
A gift freely given, His love so devout.

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