The birth of Grace in utmost disgrace
In this world, as Son of a virgin’s womb
What shame He might have had to face
With all those tales people around assume!
He knew the suffering of being such child
And that of a mother with undeserving guilt;
Panic not, if thy ways seem wild
For His life too was on such shame built!
The birth of a King in lowly cattle shed
Of some strange land with no help around;
What humble place to lay the King’s head
Where His cry with harmonious bleats surround.
He knew from birth a poor man’s plight
And uncertainties of getting the basic needs,
So despite thy lack thou shalt delight
For even the sparrows, with care, He feeds!
The birth of a Saviour followed by a deadly trap
Of Herod the King who’s insecure about his crown;
Through God’s leading, the babe to safety wrapped
Escaping the murderer, fleeing to another town!
When faceth thou the enemies’ deceitful plans
And knoweth not ways to rise over it again;
Remember the trio who to God’s tune did dance,
In such care of God, forever shalt thou remain.
The birth of great God in human flesh
Empathizing with every path we walk;
The joyous Yule tide – does it refresh
Of all that He’s done to feed His flock?
Is there “Christ” in the celebrated Christmas,
Or has it been replaced with Santa Claus,
Are we sharing the Gospel with quickness,
And the glorious meaning, the first Christmas was?