Christmas Poetry

That Christmas Day, if you were God,
And that was your Son on that stable sod.
         Wrapped for death with its sin cursed sting.
          Would you have made the angels sing?
Would you have sent a lovely star
To guide the wise  men from afar?
          While weaklings did what haters bid?
          Our loving Heavenly Father did.
On the Calv'ry road, if you were God
And that was your Son 'neath the scouring rod
          Bearing pain and bitter loss
          Would you have nailed Him to the cross?
Would you have let Him suffer so
That sinners might salvation know?
          While this He did their sins to rid?
          Our loving Heavenly Father did.

--Paul Radar

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