The Cradle, the Cross, the Crown

When Mary was told she would birth a son, The angel Gabriel’s message left her stunned. A much-favored virgin indeed was she For the savior of the world, he would be. The wise men who came from a country far Were led to his home by a lone bright star. The gifts which they brought are worthy of note It seems they had read what the prophets wrote. The gold they gave meant the child was the king before whom the angels in heaven sing. To save us, he became man and was born, The babe of Bethlehem on Christmas morn. Frankincense acknowledged him as a priest who humbled himself and became the least. The myrrh which was used to embalm the dead Foreshadowed his sacrifice in man’s stead. From a humble birth to a cruel cross It sure appeared that his life was a loss. But coming forth after death laid him down Christ triumphed and in heaven, wears a crown.