See him alying on a bed of straw
Draughty stable with an open door
Mary cradling the babe she bore
The prince of glory is his name.
Refrain:
Oh, now carry me to Bethlehem
To see the Lord appear to men
Just as poor as was the stable then
The prince of glory when he came.
Star of silver sweeps across the skies
Show where Jesus in the manger lies
Shepherds swiftly from your stupor rise
To see the Saviour of the world.
Mine are riches from thy poverty
From thine innocence, eternity
Mine, forgiveness by thy death for me
Child of sorrow, for my joy.
Angels, sing again the song you sang
Bring God's glory to the heart of man
Sing, "Bethlehem's little baby can
Be salvation to the soul."
Refrain:
Oh, now carry me to Bethlehem
To see the Lord appear to men
Just as poor as was the stable then
The prince of glory when he came.
It blows my mind that for two thousand years, believers have celebrated this wonderful event! A song writer in the 2nd century could have written similar words and they would have been as true then as they are now.
Ours is not an irrelevant religion, but a living faith! We have the same hope and trust in the same God that Stephen, Peter, James and Paul did, which gave them to courage to die for their faith!
Mine are riches from thy poverty
From thine innocence, eternity
Mine, forgiveness by thy death for me
Child of sorrow, for my joy.
It is because we have this joy that we can live a victorious life, transcending our wicked and perverse generation, among we are to shine as lights in the world!
Around the world today, Christians are dying for this faith. Stand with them. Pray for them. And live a life that they would live if they had the same freedom we take for granted.
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