Poezie From the Cradle to the Cross

He had ten tiny fingers

and such cute little toes;

pink, rosy cheeks,

and a sweet little nose.



An innocent babe,

such a delight to behold,

yet the coming of this child

had long been foretold.



For He was the Messiah,

the Redeemer of man,

conceived through the Spirit;

part of God's plan.



Years passed and He grew,

then in love He reached out.

The miracles He worked

should have left little doubt



That this was God's Son,

no ordinary man He,

sent forth to deliver,

to pardon, set free.



He spoke of new life;

and showed others the way

to be granted forgiveness;

receive salvation that day.



But many were deaf

to the truth of God's Word.

They had ears to listen

yet their hearts never heard.



His ministry on earth

brought Him not man's esteem,

for many would reject

that their souls He'd redeem.



Still He gave up His life;

bore man's guilt; suffered shame.

Obeying His Father,

The Sacrificial Lamb He became.



His life's blood poured out

for the remission of sin;

yet He conquered even death

when He arose once again.



Now salvation is promised

to all who'll believe;

eternal life offered

if the Son they'll receive.



The gift of God's Son

sent from Heaven above;

from the cradle to the cross:

the story of God's love.