Two thousand years ago
In life’s darkness there was a gleam,
A child in a virgin’s womb did grow,
It seemed an impossible dream,
Yet, with our Creator in control
Miracles occur every day,
And this birth of a perfect soul
Was unique in a special way.

The first time an angel of light
Was transplanted into a virgin’s womb,
He was to bring us out of our night,
Out of death’s bottomless tomb.
He was to champion the cause of truth
And set on high God’s matchless name;
This he prepared for, in his youth,
Victory of love was his sole aim!

More than the usual love
Came from heaven for all to see;
God’s spirit rested on him as a dove,
In realization of a prophecy.
Now he is the “anointed of God”,
For that’s what “Christ” does signify.
But, unlike Moses, who used a rod
Christ used Scriptures for a reply.

A superman he was not made;
With human emotions he was supplied
Because, many times he knelt and prayed,
And often he openly cried.
He had deep feelings for the lame,
For the poor and the bereaved too;
In showing compassion he saw no shame
Thus, his friends were many and true.

So kind-hearted and merciful was he
That he couldn’t pass the blind idly by;
He had to show love by letting them see –
Oh, how greatly his admirers did multiply.
Many are the miracles that he performed
As evidence of his God-given powers,
The effect was innocent hearts warmed
As they told of them for hours.

Jesus loved people, he was more than kind
He...