The wise still seek Jesus--He's more than a Babe,
For He grew in God's favor, perfection portrayed.
He ministered daily, confounding them all,
For even in childhood, He acknowledged His call.
He spoke with great wisdom, to scholars' alarm,
And yet blessed the children with mercy and charm.
He walked among sinners, the poorest on earth,
Shunning honor and riches for Heavenly worth.
He healed many, fed thousands, raised others to life,
Bringing joy and contentment where once there was strife.
While He prayed in the garden, His own men asleep,
He hid not from soldiers, His mission to keep.
He endured a mock trial, with scourging and shame,
Yet He said not a word in defense of His name.
Then He bore His own cross to the place of the skull,
Where in death He declared sin's account "Paid in full."
In a new tomb they laid Him to await the third day,
When in triumph He rose, as the stone rolled away.
So, don't bow at His manger; don't worship His cross,
For the grave could not hold him--mankind's gain, Satan's loss.
(Winner of the 2009 Florida Christian Writer's Conference Poetry Award)
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