On a cold
Winter morn
As it was foretold
Christ was born
Behold the incarnation
Of the God-Man
He became a propitiation
He followed the Father’s plan
In Bethlehem city
Christ was born
To the Virgin Mary
As a man, He’d face scorn
He grew up well
Proficient in carpentry
Christ had nothing to sell
His birth made history
Apostles he gathered
He would teach many things
Their questions He answered
He is the King of Kings
At Calvary Christ bled
He was a sinless sacrifice
He died in our stead
Christ paid the ultimate price
On the third day
He surely rose
The apostles were in dismay
It is we, sinners, Christ chose
We must spread the gospel
Both near and far
Sin and death, He did topple
Rejoice, this news is wunderbar
by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025
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