ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
This old houseboat was once full of life, but now it sits moored to the river’s edge. It’s in need of paint, some refurbishing, but the bones remain and it can be saved. Much like us. We become tarnished and worn by the sins of each day, but God knows just how to restore us.
I once in poverty did lay, my heart was full of need,
You came and took my sins away and now I’m rich indeed,
You gave your richest treasure – your one and only Son.
You are my greatest pleasure. With you I now am one.
You came to earth on Christmas Eve, a tiny, little child,
A manger would become your bed, a cradle undefiled,
Your tiny hands reached up to God, Your Father had a plan,
To save the world from all their sins, when you’d become a man.
You didn’t have to do a thing, the blame was ours to bear,
But still you took on human form, Your love for us to share,
You left your royal throne above, became a lowly child,
The perfect, sinless Son of God, we now are reconciled.