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A Death Sentence

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Christmas Poem

A Saviour is born today, so let’s go worship him.
Books about his birth and death had been written.
Where is he to be born they asked?
In Bethlehem they replied, for it is written: “But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, who are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come forth for Me One to be ruler over Israel, whose origins are of old, from the days of eternity”.

Joseph beheld the child with amazement as he yawns in his mother’s arms.
A miracle, a child not of his loins.
But alas, what he tagged a wonder was actually a Death Sentence.

In the throne room, Project “Reconciliation” was initiated.
God’s plan was birthed.
A death sentence was passed.
On earth a sacrificial lamb was born.

The magi couldn’t have read the mind of the Project Manager better.
His parents could not put a meaning to the profoundness of their gifts and words:
“We bring you gold: for your royalty; for you were, are and always be a King.
We bring you frankincense: for you are a God among men.
We bring you myrrh: for your burial, for execution of your death sentence.”

What is highly esteemed among men is an abomination before God.
What they perceived as a wonder, a miracle, was actually a Death Sentence awaiting execution. The lamb of God was born waiting to be slain.

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