Once again comes Christmas Day,
To celebrate Christ's birthday,
The day He came to live on Earth,
Humbly entering through virgin birth.
Entering town without place to sleep,
Mary and Joseph forced to shelter with sheep,
Putting her child in stable to lay,
Covering Him with uncomfortable hay,
The King of the Jews, in a stable,
Our Savior bearing an undeserved label,
Humbly He became like one of us,
Graciously for us He made a big fuss.
Coming to Earth just to die,
Winning the victory we could never buy,
Salvation so necessary was our need,
The gift unable to be won by good deed,
Undeserved our we of His grace,
His suffering for us with mercy in His face,
For us He lived a life He did not deserve,
Coming not to be served, but to serve.
What could motivate such a selfless act,
Driving Him to fulfill our woeful lack,
Except a righteous and pure love,
That came from the Lord above?
The death He died was no small feat,
Torn, bruised, spat on, and beat,
Their treatment no less than horrid,
His cloth, His enemies gambled for it.
In addition to all they had done,
They nailed Him to a cross just for fun,
There He sat, in utter pain,
Broke the record for suffering for our gain.
Humiliated, shamed, and treated like a thief,
While His family and friends watched underneath,
Dying, but knowing the worth of His cause,
To save all humanity from Satan's claws.
This was His gift, that sad, sad day,
To live just to die in a perfect way,
He sacrificed all just to give us life,
So that nothing could take it, be it arrow, sword, or knife.
How, how, is the question to be asked,
Looking at all of our gifts unwrapped,
How to we repay Christ for His deed:
Graciously fulfilling our greatest need?
Nothing we could ever do or say,
Could really or fully create a full repay,
Helpless are we; unable to repay our debt,
Undeserving are we, deserving only death.
Grace was it that gave us our pass,
Not by human deed, love, ritual, or mass,
But by God's love; by His sacrifice,
Freed from Satan's jaws, like helpless mice.
Oh, amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved us, the lost, and now we're found!
Grace that saved the wretch like you and me,
The wretched that were blind but now can see!
The truth must be told, to one and all:
When we rise, we only fall.
The debt that was paid, cannot be paid back,
We could never do so because of our lack.
The only thing we can do is not great,
But it does please Him, having saved us from fate;
We can thank Him and praise Him evermore,
He deserves it, and so much more.
So on this Christmas, but not just today,
Let us make habit of this thing everyday:
Offer our lives to Him in submission,
And make spreading this good news our mission.
Our Lord Jesus said, “Go out into the world.”
“Preach the Gospel,” written on ancient scroll curled.
The ultimate gift, it is our duty to give,
To offer salvation to the lost, so that they live.
Make everyday a day of giving,
Make everyday a day worth living,
The best gift that we can give, to please our God,
Is to preach His name to others and to give Him laud.