A world gulped up in sin
Perfection thrown for destruction
Dominion sold for bondage
Ashes instead beauty
Moaning and groaning man’s cry in grief.
The King’s heart will bleed in pity
Upon the highest throne of his city
Love would open his eyes
To the plight of man’s demise.
A solution to seek
For a generation so bleak.
The divine would take the physical
Holiness would be sheltered in the womb of a virgin teenager
To be conceived by the union of grace with our disgrace
The creator of life would himself be created.
A star will twinkle in announcement of the created saviour
A light would shone forth so bright in the coolness of the winter night
Angelic tunes in rendition of heavenly worship
Would summon shepherds to the place of his birth.
A manger filled with hay.
God’s first gift to mankind
Is the birth of a Savior.
By Keith Eubulus/eubulusblog.wordpress.com