The world in pain and trouble lay, temptation all around,
But in a lowly feeding trough. a Savior could be found,
Born of a virgin, meek and mild and God’s own precious Son,
He took on earthly flesh and blood, with Him we would be one.
A stable filled with animals, would be his nursery,
His death would be upon a tree, He died for you and me,
His humble life was troublesome, He had no place to rest,
Yet in his short eventful life He gave to us His best.
When we feel lost and in distress, our hearts can jump for joy,
Because the man named Jesus, Christ, was born a baby boy,
He lived a life of poverty, experienced our pain
He rose again from death’s strong grip eternal life to gain.
So as we gaze upon that bed, that mass of smelly hay,
We see the God/Man, Jesus, Christ, who for our sins did pay,
He should have been upon a throne, but chose to live as we,
He died to pay the ransom price, the cost to set us free.
Emmanuel means God with us, He lived up to His name,
He didn’t come to win success or monetary gain,
He came to give us paradise, a gift beyond compare,
So when we die He’ll welcome us, within those gates up there.