Come to the crib in Bethlehem town,
Where is the babe,
Lying still?
Empty of Jesus,
He's a grown man now,
Climbing Calvary's hill!
Come to the cross on Golgotha mount,
Where is the Man,
Dying soon?
Empty of Jesus,
He's wrapped in grave clothes,
Lying in a dark, cold tomb!
Come to the grave hewn out of rock,
Where is the Saviour,
Lying down?
Empty of Jesus,
He sits in the throne room,
Wearing a kingly crown!
Come to the Saviour,
No longer a babe,
No longer a man on the cross,
Conquering death,
Defeating our sin,
Come to gain fullness,
Not loss.
© Carolyn Davison 21st December 2015
Where is the babe,
Lying still?
Empty of Jesus,
He's a grown man now,
Climbing Calvary's hill!
Come to the cross on Golgotha mount,
Where is the Man,
Dying soon?
Empty of Jesus,
He's wrapped in grave clothes,
Lying in a dark, cold tomb!
Come to the grave hewn out of rock,
Where is the Saviour,
Lying down?
Empty of Jesus,
He sits in the throne room,
Wearing a kingly crown!
Come to the Saviour,
No longer a babe,
No longer a man on the cross,
Conquering death,
Defeating our sin,
Come to gain fullness,
Not loss.
© Carolyn Davison 21st December 2015
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