About the Poem
BORN TO DIE recalls and reclaims the ultimate reason for the season of Christmas.
Born To Die
|by Shawn Pearson
The birth of a child, what a blessed event,
And this, the Christ child who, from Heaven is sent!
There He lay near the mother who bore Him,
In a stable where shepherds flock to adore Him.
All was so peaceful that silent night,
But this babe was born entrenched in a fight.
The placid scene of the meager manger,
Seemed worlds away from impending danger.
From first breath this precious Oneís days were numbered,
He was to save a world that was by sin encumbered.
No birth announcement or baby shower,
He only arrived with Godís saving power.
Long, long ago in the Bethlehem stall,
The answer was told to us once for all.
The perfect gift given to you and to I,
Is Jesus, Godís Son, who was born to die.
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