As humble child, God came to earth;
the offspring of a virgin birth.
His condescension shows our worth.
He looked ahead and saw our need. Yes, He saw you and I.
This God-man born at Bethlehem, His purpose was to die.
Oh, the depth and height of His love! It oft’ times makes me cry.
He is reaching still today
to those who have lost their way;
to hearts filled with deep dismay.
Pray for those so blind,
that they may soon find
Jesus, good and kind.
Souls with hope so dim
can be led to Him
and filled to the brim.
This type of poem is called Christ In A Rhyme. To learn more about it, click here.