 By James H. Cagle |
The star shone bright over Bethlehem,
Above the cradle of the King;
From where His path led to Calvary,
His gift of salvation to bring.
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The wise men came to honor this Child,
With gold, frankincense, and myrrh,
This Sovereign of the universe,
The Incarnate, Living Word.
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Lawyers were astonished at Him
By the wisdom He had of God’s will.
Which controlled His life, even though He knew
It would lead Him to die on yon hill.
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He preached to the people repentance,
Not far from the place of the cross;
Offering forgiveness through His blood
He would freely shed for the lost.
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He grew in favor with God and man;
In flesh, He was the Great I Am.
He was born to die, to save mankind,
God’s spotless redemptive Lamb.
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His life was brief, His work was soon done,
Golgotha was now just ahead;
The Babe that was born in Bethlehem
Would now die as the prophets said.
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Nails were driven through His hands and feet,
And with a spear his side was torn;
Life was now over for Jesus the man,
Who was the baby that to Mary was born.
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There was no light on Calvary those hours,
When deep darkness covered the earth;
As the Son of God was sacrificed,
Who once lay in a manger at birth.
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From the cradle to the old rugged Cross,
From Bethlehem to dark Calvary;
We celebrate Christ’ birth at Christmas,
Who was born to die for you and me.
