Saturday, December 24, 2011

T'was the Night Before Jesus was Born

T’was the night before Jesus was born and all across the globe—
There was not a cure for sin, nor healing for the soul.
In the temples and the synagogues the law was loudly screamed;
Yet the mind was still contaminated, the heart remained unclean.

T’was the night before Jesus’ birth, no need for Christmas Day;
For we had no Savior to call on, nor the capability to pray.
Our sacrifice we couldn’t offer, our vessels clad with stain.
There was no stealing away to the altar or pleading in THAT name.

T’was the night before Jesus was born and not a man had came,
Who’d walk holy in this present world and from all evil refrain.
Harsh judgments were enforced, by judges full of scam—
Imputing all our guilt and trespasses onto a sacrificial lamb.

T’was the night before Jesus came, yet his birth had been foretold—
By those who lived years before Him: the wise prophets of old.
Exclaiming that He’d come to give remission from our sins,
To the weary he’d give rest, forgiving them again and again.

T’was the night before Jesus came, yet the world knew Him not.
They would laugh at his message; His identity they’d mock.
And of His miracles to come, they would display fury and rage—
Choosing rather to acknowledge the sanctity of the Sabbath day.

T’was the night before Jesus came; yet we lived without justification.
Unworthy to stand in the presence of a King: lacking sanctification.
Sin was temporarily covered, but could never be remiss.
Until Christ went to Calvary, after Judas’s perpetrating kiss.

T’was the night before Jesus came, yet the infant already knew.
He’d give his life on a rugged cross, to extend new life to you.
That little, precious Jesus boy, would be born in a manger—
Surrounded by wildlife, animals and other distant strangers.

Now that JESUS has arrived and returned, we celebrate His birth.
We marvel in His wondrous acts, performed while here on earth.
And in the midst of our celebrating, we’re preparing for His return.
Choosing rather to REIGN WITH HIM, than in hell for eternity to burn.

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