Born of a virgin, sweet and mild,
The very God and man;
The Savior of the lost, lost world,
According to God's plan.
Born in an ox stall, we are told,
A manger cradled him;
Who later wore a seamless robe,
A robe without a hem.
Sweet is the story often told,
Of Jesus Christ the Lamb;
The Son of the Eternal God,
The Mighty Great I Am.
The angel told the sheperds that,
A Savior had been born;
And lo they found the babe that night,
Before the dawn of morn.
God gave the best He had for us,
What shall we give to Him?
We may not have silver or gold,
Or that of precious gems;
But we can give to Him our love,
Our body, soul and mind;
And in so giving we shall then,
Great peace and comfort find.
~J. J. Davis~
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