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Only a baby?
You got to be joking! This little thing!?! This tiny being!?! A little baby!?!
This is the one to be my Saviour!?! He, will give me, life eternally?
Hmmm, this is stretching me! I got to be crazy to swallow this story.
A big man like me; rescued by a baby; smelling of cattle and poultry.
I must admit, his parents look ok; but, He ain’t got no muscle;
My Redeemer!?! He never had a cold, flue, mumps, nor measles.
He’s totally helpless; in swaddling clothing, lodged in a manger;
He can’t tell left from right; black, from white; safety, from danger.
How can He save me from my sins? He ain’t know how many I got;
I’ve been sinning so long; I would not even give me another shot.
 I’ve stolen, cheated, hated, lusted, lied and fornicated frequently;
What can this baby do, to make me change my ways, repentantly?
I only know the ways of the world; the streets are my daily beat;
What can this little baby do to help me, to make my ends meet?
This big man got a wife and children; I got to take home cheese;
I’m frustrated; if this little baby can be of any help; tell me please.
My life, children, and wife cause much pressure; and I confess, stress;
Will the little being have enough peace to add comfort to my distress?
I heard people say that the baby is King of Kings; and Lord of Lords;
It’s hard to believe; seems almost completely absurd. I’m lost for words.
The prophets said He will be as amazing, as the Good book prophesy;
I’m starting to believe; will He change me; so I can also testify? 
I’m putting my ego and pompous attitude aside; got to be humble;
And give reverence to the New-born king; though only a swaddling bundle.
The ‘little baby’ did it: humbled Himself and became as a lowly man;
To live as we live; feel, what we felt – yet, function, as the Divine Son.
He made the supreme sacrifice: gave up every divine privilege, for us all;
For our redemption sake – Salvation and life eternal; even after the “Fall.”
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                                                                       By: Dion Penville
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