A-Poem-a-Day Until Christmas...
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 lintels stained with blood of lambs
to the Cross that saves from being damned—
the whole Word holds a mystery…deep!
Blood of the Lamb has saved His sheep
All glory to our Paschal Lamb
Messiah, Son of the great I AM
Who from that humble bed of straw
became our Savior…We bow in awe!