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My Present to Jesus

by Ken Leath

He was born to a virgin, the King of all Kings.
The creator of the universe, now a babe of all things.

What was He thinking, He'd give up His throne?
To come to this earth, to call this His home?

What's in it for me? Is what I would ask.
I don't see any point, of undertaking this task.

They're an ungrateful lot, given over to sin.
So prideful and greedy, it's a game we can't win.

Most are on a path, so broad and so wide.
It'd be next to impossible, getting them by your side.

But the Lord in His wisdom, had a plan don't you see.
To pay the penalty for mans' sin, even for you and for me.

"God so loved the world", it says in His word.
"That He gave us His son". Now here's the point to be heard.

"That whosoever believeth, on Him, Jesus Christ."
"Shall not ever perish, but have eternal life."

The truth of the matter, is that on that sweet morn.
Had it been only for me, Jesus would still have been born.

So on this Christmas, knowing all He did give.
My present to Jesus, is my life, how I live.

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