Day #15 of A-Poem-a-Day until Christmas
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WHAT'S THIS I SEE?
What's this I see in a feeding trough?
A lamb asleep in a bed of straw
without any blemish to behold…
The Lamb deserves a crown of gold.
What's this upon crossbeams, I see?
A lamb impaled…sacrificially!
I fall to my knees before His Grace.
The Lamb looks down. I see God's face.
From blood that on the lintels be,
from cradle to cross the Lamb I see.
The whole Word holds a mystery…deep!
The Lamb is slain. We are His sheep.
The Heavens proclaim the newborn Lamb,
only offspring of the great I AM,
Who from that humble bed of straw
became our Savior…Let's bow in awe!