As I look forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas this year, I’m dusting off a poem God gave many years ago. The poem is old, but its message still rings true in my heart today.
How could it be my
Holy Son of God –
that you are willing to call me your child?
Willing to lay down your life
and leave the splendors of heaven
How could it be
My Kinsman Redeemer
that you left Your Royal Throne
and enter ed a cold dark world
on that night so long ago,
when you came in the form of a babe?
How could it be, Eternal God
who spoke into being
Stooped to my level,
so lowly…humbly.. willingly,
looked straight into my eyes and said:
“My child I love you, and it was for you I died!”
How could it be most precious Lamb of God
that you would become like me,
tempted in ways I would be,
able to help me in my times of need?
How could it be that you were willing to suffer
and die on that cruel cross so long ago,
when you could have called 10,000 angels
to your rescue?
How could it be my Passover Lamb
that your blood would be spilled out …
covering my sins,
and restoring me
back to fellowship with the Father?
How could it be that death and hell
could not hold you;
that you would be raised,
ascend back to heaven,
sit down at Father’s side
where you live to make intercession for me?
How could it be that you came
Lamb of God,
and made Redemption for me?