Yesterday, on Day One of "The Final Week" the first presenter - Paul Dybdahl drew out from the Bible the parallels from the birth and death of Jesus. It made me think of this old poem I wrote a few years ago.
HE CAME TO DIE
O.
Kris Widmer
He came to die.
The Babe in the
Manger
The Man on the
Cross
Both times, He is
next to wood.
Both times, He is
wrapped only in a cloth.
Both times, He is
gifted with myrrh.
Both times, He
catches Herod’s attention.
Both times, He is
crying.
Both times, His
mother, Mary, weeps and crys out.
Both times, it is
a man named Joseph who saves the day.
One time, the
angels sing “Glory to God.”
One time, they
hide their faces, not daring to look.
One time, a bright
star is seen in the sky.
One time, even the
sun refuses to shine.
The Babe in the
Manger
The Man on the
Cross
Both times, He
lays in a borrowed cave.
One time, He lays
on soft, fresh hay.
One time, He lays
on a stone-cold slab.
One time, He is
alive and kicking.
One time, He is
dead and stiff.
Both times, the
soldiers come up empty.
Both times, the
angels says “Fear not...”
Just think, He
came to die for YOU.
He came to share
your life and take your death,
so that you,
though you share His death, may have His life.
The Babe in the
Manger
The Man on the
Cross
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