A Lasting Christmas
|Before the world was, He stood to offer self and life for all
Those who would sin and thereby fall short of His perfect, loving good.
Born in Rome-ruled Israel, He came in all humility,
As mortal, He was subject to temptation, hunger, suffering.
In the night He pleaded sorely He might not have to partake
Meek, His peace He held through trials. Enraged mobs cried, “Crucify,”
On a barren hill uncharted, high they raised Him on a cross,
As God’s Son, He wrought a victory over death. No endless sleep
He, our dear and loving friend, gives us in every hour of life
by Robert and Rita Bartholomew