Jesus was born David Jenkins
Jesus was born in a stable so poor: there was no room at the inn.
Wise men and shepherds travelled to bring
Gifts to the heavenly King.
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Jesus was born in our hearts when we swore
love and devotion to him.
we’re making the room for him to bloom;
Showing his rivals the door.
Jesus was living a life full of giving: healing the broken and poor.
Until your sin and mine killed the Divine
On Calvary’s hill so forlorn.
Jesus was rising, a thing so surprising that no-one believed it at all.
Back from the dead, he appeared to his friends,
Functioning body and all.
Jesus is with us, not just at Christmas:
Filling the world with his love.
Calling our name, taking our shame,
Saving all those who will come.
© 2010 David Jenkins
All too true, it’s good for all to take a -second look- at all of this in our western culture to not let it dictate & debunk everything. For some reason it does liberalise & compromise so what’s left is this unappealing form of Christianity that doesn’t meet anybody’s needs. Spirituality grasping the scriptures through Prayer & reading of the word of God.
Merry Christmas!