Lord, you left the grandeur of your palace
To come to this cruel and wicked place
You could have come as a prince
Born into the home of a powerful ruler
But you chose to identify with the poorest of poor
When you were born in the dark and smelly manger
And you did it all for sinners like me
If not for your sacrifice on the cross
If not for your death and resurrection
We would still be men and women without purpose or hope
Thank you Lord Jesus for the priceless gift of Christmas
Because of your sacrifice, we who believe in You
Enjoy the privilege of a living relationship with our Creator
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