What Better Place for a Lamb?

sheep in IrelandBy: Kenzi Nevins (but all the work was really Jesus’!)

The Light of the World in the cold of a shed,
The Promise of Ages in a world nearly dead.
In the eyes of a baby is the Star in our night,
In His weak newborn cry, the Voice that made light.
His tiny fingers, those that turned time,
His little hands, those that formed mine.
The weakest of things, He is our strength.
What greater mystery is there?
Born in a manger foretelling a cross,
A trough for a baby, a light for those lost.
Only One could tell such a tale,
The only One who lived in it.
The greatest story ever told,
The greatest price to win it.
In the cold, in the dark, in this stable of man,
What a strange place for a baby,
What better place for a lamb?

 

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