In the beginning was a Father's heart broken. A son and a daughter's defiance. Severed a gloriously knitted token. Sin glorified and honored with compliance.
Clad in our coats of many colors. Different shades of iniquity. Gulping from unrepentant gutters. As the old serpent basked in diabolic felicity
From the roof of Heaven the Father cried. The harp of sorrow in His Spirit played. For man lived but died. The flesh he served and obeyed.
For our souls many a lamb did bargain. None worthy enough to purchase on retail. But a kingly lamb offered to be slain. On a tree hung and pierced with the sinner's nail.
So on that night when shepherds in a field lay. A baby cried on our behalf. That we may no longer be enslaved clay. And our souls freed to laugh.
With the crown of salvation upon His head. Lay the royal Lamb in a manger. A glorious King Sized Bed. Emmanuel. A most welcome heavenly stranger.
Courtesy: Nana Prempeh.(find him on twitter @Quophey)
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