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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.