It began
on the throne, the plan of salvation
The Son
would be sent, to redeem the creation.
Then to a
manger of hay, a crude makeshift cradle
God
condescended, to a lowly stable.
From
there to a cross, a gruesome, painful death
“Father,
forgive them!” and He breathed His last breath.
From
there to a grave, a cave’s cold stone table
With Him
our sins were buried, when we were unable.
But then
He arose, death’s power was undone
As He
ascended on High, to regain Heaven’s throne.
On that
throne, He ever intercedes
To save us,
and keep us, and meet all our needs.
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