Born to Die (Poem)

Away in a manger, up there on the cross.

When laid in the manger, You knew the cost.

We sing "Joy to the World"

as You are brought frankincense, myrrh, and gold.

These all telling of the life you behold.

Gold for a king, robed in majesty

Frankincense for Your true divinity.

But it's myrrh that stands out above all the rest,

because this is for death, not a birth that is blessed.

But the story is true, as these men are wise.

These gifts are all telling of the way this babe dies.

On a cross made of wood, much like this troth,

with a crown made of thorns, wearing not even a cloth.

Naked and broken, you can count every bone.

Should a king not be perched on a throne?

Yes, but this man, this babe in the hay,

is a different kind of king than what we know today.

He's the King of all kings, Lord of all lords.

His kingdom far greater than that of this world's.

To reach the highest heights and deepest depths,

He must endure the most humbling of deaths.

Born in a stable into simple poverty,

His life is the pinnacle of pure humility.

He lived and died for you and me.

So sing joy to the world; our Savior is born.

Away in a manger we rejoice, no time to mourn.

But remember, He came for a purpose from Adonai.

Jesus Christ was born to die.