ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
It was a tiny town, the least the Bible told,
Yet in that lowly, humble place, the Savior laid His head,
The child would be a king, but not with earthly gold,
He reigns o’er all the world, but still a manger was His bed.
This lowly, little boy, would live as one of us,
The greatest would become the least, so we could be His own,
Our ransom has been paid, by One who was so just,
No sin He ever gave in to, yet for us He would groan.
Upon a rugged cross, He gave His life to save,
He suffered and He died for us so we would live,
He carried every sin of ours unto a cold, dark grave,
His precious blood He shed, His life He’d gladly give.
So as we look upon this child with love and gratefulness,
We know the grave can’t hold, He rose from death you see,
He crushed the serpent’s vicious head, erased our sinfulness,
We’re heaven bound today, because He set us free.