The baby born on Christmas day was no ordinary babe
He came to live a perfect life to show us all the way.
He didn’t have to come at all, He could have let us be
But love compelled Him to the birth that has changed
everything.
Why talk of Christmas on Easter morn? Why mix these holy
days?
The babe, the cross, the man, the way, how can these things
relate?
Without the manger, without the life, there’s no purpose for
the tomb.
Other people died that way, forgotten and decayed too soon.
The difference is this Man who died was perfect, sinless,
God
He CHOSE to die to wash us clean; to pay what we cannot
For ONLY He was born that day to die, but then to rise
Because it took a perfect God to pay the ransom price!
Happy Easter!
