His Name is Jesus

He put on flesh; the Son of God

With veiled eyes we strain to perceive

Such love; we cannot understand

But as we glimpse Him we believe

Laid in a manger; the Son of God

Born in a town of low estate

Knowing full well from whence He came

And why; redemption could not wait

Hated of men; the Son of God

Befriended sinners, revived the dead

There was nothing we desired of Him

He, like a sheep to the slaughter was led

Nailed to a cross; the Son of God

Became sin who knew no sin

Holy of Holiest; bore our debt

As all our guilt was laid on him

He conquered the grave; the Son of God

Could not in rock tombs be restrained

It is not possible for death

To keep Eternal Life contained

Some people say Jesus was ‘just a man’

But He has promised ‘every knee shall bow’

God is not mocked; Love’s perfect plan

Extends hope’s day of Grace…for now

Janet Martin~

His Name is Jesus

O, Holy Night- Celine Dion