Jesus
He came to us in the night
born in a stable, long ago,
with only the stars for light
a sign of heaven's glow;
wrapped in a blanket
and warmed by love
he became a sign
of God's descending dove.
He came to teach
of a new word of God,
one of mercy and of love
and with a promise from above,
He healed the sick
and cured the lame
gave sight to the blind
and raised the dead;
He was the Son of God,
the one true Lamb,
sent to us all
from that night in a stall.
Jesus was his name,
Immanuel - God with us,
the Prince of Peace;
but a jealous and frightened few
incited the people into a stew
and beat and tormented him
and nailed him to a tree,
so he died without any blame
that we might be free of our shame;
but, God raised him from the dead
and overcame all strife
that we in turn might have eternal life.
Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011
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