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The Message of Christmas

From the Cradle to the Cross And now ruling in the Heavens above Christ made a new Divine way for us

He was born on Earth on a starry night That night, when countless angels sang And Heaven’s bells joyously rang Glory trails blazed all over the night

Shattering dark deeds with Holy Light Christ came down humble on Earth To buy back bruised and bonded souls From the grip and rule of Satan

To save, heal and to make whole To deliver out of Satan’s trap of hell Where many in despair and death fell Christ became a stumbling stone to many Who did not like the Truth and Light

He offended and shook up the phoney Who did not understand His Divinity And mocked His Sovereignty

On the Cross He died, a sinner’s death Breaking the Fall’s curse to give Eternal life When we believe in Christ, accept His gift Repenting of our lives so lost in deep sin A Divine transaction starts to begin…

He created the Great Divine Exchange He broke the curse of death So we could live forever He broke the curse of sickness So we could be healed He broke the curse of sin So we could live in purity He broke the curse Of the Kingdom of darkness So we could walk each day In the Kingdom of Light

The intangible exciting happens When we believe in Christ in faith He set the world on Holy fire with His Birth Advancing His Kingdom on Earth Demons stricken, stifled in their mirth As He silences all demonic storm And shields us from nefarious harm

When we turn to Jesus We experience His showering blessings Poured out like gentle silver rain And ever since that first Starry Night Not Santa, but the Cross blazes through As we walk though God’s Golden Avenue Merry Christmas!

© Rita F. Kurian

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