Do you ever think about the scene Christmas night so long, long ago?

Not the scene in Bethlehem. But in heaven as she stared down on earth below.

And knew what was about to take place,

in a stable that night would rescue the whole human race.

 

Then all the angels turned their heads to watch the Son step off His throne,

And walk toward His Father, knowing He’d soon be alone.

 

As Christ approached the Almighty, both their faces fell.

And as Mary labored, the Father whispered, “Go bring me Glory, My Son. Farewell.”

 

Christ handed over His robe and His crown,

His holy glory, this He would drown,

For if any human were to see it, they would fall face down,

Not able to stand. But this was not God’s plan.

 

Instead God would send His son, the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords, to be born and live like one in poverty.

Reflecting the exact heart condition of you and me.

 

He would look like a man, live like a gypsy.

And we would scoff at Him, not listening to His plea,

That he’s the only answer to a life lived eternally.

 

God was sending send His son, to die,

And would watch Him be crucified.

 

And though I can’t imagine sending my child into the hands of angry men,

The Father had an eternal perspective that kept Him steadfast to the end.

 

As labor pains increased, the final parting grew nearer.

And the tunnel from heaven to Bethlehem grew ever more clearer.

 

I know there are no tears in Heaven,

but surely this once they made an exception.

 

As Christ put on a cloak of humanity ready to be birthed,

Mary gave one final push, and Emmanuel, God with us, came to earth.

 

As he grew, people marveled that a boy seemed so connected,

To the heart of the father, something no one expected.

 

And he grew. And he grew in wisdom and in stature,

And the favor of God and man was captured,

By a young boy who at age 12 was already a pastor.

 

His life confused the church leaders of the time.

He spoke against them because they thought sinners should pay for their crimes.

Leaders pushed aside the offenders, disgusted by their ways.

But Jesus responded differently, not with shame but with grace.

 

When the sinful woman came carrying a jar of expensive perfume,

The Pharisees stared accusingly and didn’t give her room,

To reach the One who didn’t see her sin.

All He needed was to be let in.

 

And she knew it too.

I know I need Him, and you and you.

 

A new woman, she left there with His name on her lips.

And God plan was for her to share her rescue to the tips,

Of the earth.

 

See the reason for her liberation and redemption,

Was not just for freedom, but so that she would lengthen,

The fame of His name.

 

Wouldn’t you know we, sinful people too,

share the same job of this woman? Yes me and yes you.

 

Christ continued to confuse brother after brother.

That’s because man thinks one thing but God thinks another.

 

People thought He was the Messiah, the prophesied one come home,

Born to redeem the people from the tyranny of Rome.

But Jesus came not to rescue one generation from their dreadful oppression,

But to rescue all nations from their sinful condition.

 

As He approached his final hours he didn’t ride a glamorous horse fit for a king,

But the shameful cross rode Him all the way to Calvary.

 

He had to die because blood had to be shed,

To rescue you and me from a life lived dead.

 

And He would do it again. And again.

But will He need to? No, Never again.

 

Death done once. Blood shed for all

Satan’s is crushed. Time for his curtain call.

 

And the Son will again be sent back to the earth.

But not as baby ready to be birthed.

No, the clouds will roll back, and the Lord will descend,

As the Conquering King who has no end

 

With a cry of command, the trumpet will sound,

Redemption complete. The lost are now found.

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Satan defeated and locked forever away.

We are brought Home, oh what a day!

 

So let’s not forget the reason for the cradle,

And the reason for the tree,

Is the redemption of man and God’s ultimate glory.

 

May we not live another Christmas the same.

And may we forever live for the fame of his name.

In light of our own redemption story,

May our lives be our worship and to Him be the glory.

 

Written by Lisa Lloyd

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