A CRADLE, A CROSS, AND A CROWN

A manger was the cradle for the incarnate Son of God
On that long ago night in Bethlehem town.
His virgin mother wrapped Him up in simple swaddling clothes;
For Him no kingly robe nor prince's silken gown.

Over that manger on that night was the shadow of the cross
On which the Son of God was born to die,
For born was He to suffer the most awful grief and loss;
To be God's pure sinless Lamb of sacrifice.

The years would pass by quickly and would come the awful day
When Jesus Christ would lay His own life down;
Be spat upon, beaten, mocked and hung upon that cross,
And upon His head would wear a thorny crown.

He died there on that Roman cross for all the sins of man;
He bore every single one upon that tree that day.
He paid the full price that the righteous God demanded
So that you and I would never have to pay.

He was buried in a borrowed tomb and rose from there triumphant,
For death could not contain God's Holy One for long,
He ascended into heaven, where He sits at God's right hand.
Someday He's coming back! It won't be long.

As the King He will return to earth to conquer and to reign,
For every enemy of the Lord must be put down,
And we will reign there with Him in that Kingdom! Hallelujah!
From the cradle to the cross and then the Crown!1

a. franklin staples

It is interesting to note that the words cradle, cross and Crown are in alphabetical order as the events themselves are in chronological order.

December 21, 1992

Copyright © 1992
by
A. Franklin Staples