Though we know not the day nor hour
When Jesus, God’s Son, a babe was born,
We know He came by His own power
To some day wear a crown of thorn.
By choice He took the form of man,
Descended from His heavenly home,
Humbly fulfilled His Father’s plan,
And taught and healed as earth did roam.
Then when the time was full at hand,
He shed His own blood upon the cross.
The gulf betwixt God and man He spanned,
Counting not the cost of His loss.
Because of God’s love for us all,
He freely gave His beloved Son,
And with His still, small voice He does call
For each to accept full redemption.
- Merrily ©