Born of virgin birth,
a star to lead us there.
Many came to see,
abundant gifts to share.

Years would come to pass,
His teaching in the land.
Miracles were shown,
by His healing hands.

A threat to those in power,
the crowds turn on Him too.
The Lamb is led to slaughter,
they didn’t have a clue.

His suffering immense,
many stripes to bear.
Mocked, betrayed, and beaten,
nothing can compare.

We feel our trials too difficult,
our pain seems so intense.
Look back onto the cross,
the blood for our expense.