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