A Babe Is Born

 

A babe was born to pay the price,
      The awful debt of sin;
The holy, sinless Son of God
      Who died, thy soul to win.


He came - to live a blameless life,
      An offering pure and whole,
For only then could God accept
      His payment for thy soul.


To think - He made this wondrous world --
      Creator - God - Supreme --
And yet, the only place for Him,
      A stable, crude and mean.


There was no room in Bethlehem
      To house poor 'Mary's Son.'
How sad they did not recognize
      In Him the Promised One!


The Babe was born - to die, a man
      And rise - A Conquering King,
To rule o'er each repentant heart
      Who place their trust in Him.

~ Jenny Daniel