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
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