God’s gift to the world, and not His only one,
Jesus Christ, born to a woman who before the announcement of his conception,
Did not know she was carrying her own Saviour in her belly,
He would go on to endure a kind of torture that even a sinner would avoid,
Being blameless, white as snow, without blemish,
Took on my identity so that I’d walk free,
Free from the bondage of sin,
A good, good Saviour sent by a good, good God,
Heaven knows that when I try I fail,
But only God can save me, with all of my baggage,
Or should the Eastertide last a whole year?
Philippians 2:7-9 “but laid aside his mighty power and glory, taking the disguise of a slave and becoming like men. And he humbled himself even further, going so far as actually to die a criminal’s death on a cross”.
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