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What will you do with Jesus?
Will you set up your fine nativity,
place the baby Jesus in
sit back and watch His angelic face
vaguely staring back at you?

What will you do with Jesus this year,
will you put Him in a box
gently wrapped in tissue paper
on the highest shelf atop?

Take Jesus out of storage.
Praise Him as the King of Kings!
Pay homage at the manager
and with the angels sing
“Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
He is Emanuel!
God who dwelt among us
Your worship He compels.

For who else can offer eternal life?
Who can break the seven seals?
Who can pay the sin offering for all mankind
with blood shed sacrificially?

We’ve all a debt for sin we owe.
The wages for sin is death.
Jesus is the way, the truth, the life.
There is no other way.

What will you do with Jesus
the babe who in the manager lay?
His salvation is with in your grasp
the ransom has been paid.

Just believe on Him,
that He is the Son of God
and that He died upon the cross
the lamb unblemished by one sin

For you He paid the price.
He bought our wretched, sinful souls
in exchange His righteousness.

Baby Jesus is not an ornament,
an accessory to your manger scene.
He is the promised Messiah.
The Prophets told of Him.
Isaiah said, “Unto us a Child is born,”
seven hundred years before
His name would be “Emmanuel”
His kingdom without end.

God has had this plan for you
a life He wants to give
not the fading, temporal kind
that rots with death and sin
but life with Him eternal
reigning with Him in His realm.

What will you do with Jesus this year?
Will you take the life He gives
or will you settle for dear Santa
and his busy little elves?

May the love of Christ be poured out on your family this Christmas. May the God of all Creation reveal His glory to you that you might enjoy the comfort and security of knowing how much He loves and cares about every detail of your life. Merry Christmas!

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Baby Jesus Born to Die

Baby Jesus, small and soft
born that star-filled night
for ages prophets had foretold
Light to pierce the night

Your heavenly home You left behind
put eternal things aside
to enter human time and space
a temporary home.

why would You,
Almighty King
Lord of all the Lords
come down to earth to be with us
so far below Your throne

the cross it is the centerpiece
instrument of pain
see where blood was flowing down
the lamb on it was slain

O Jesus, help me see the truth
Your life was not in vain
Your coming was to meet my need
Yours a blood sacrifice

the living, it was needful
without blemish You were found
yet dying was the pinnacle
my sin stain it removed

in dying You gave your life for me
propitiatory substitute
in rising You opened eternity
rendered the accuser mute

a baby born to humble means
lain in a manger bare
is only part the story told
look further if you dare

the only true and living God
the one they call “I AM”
He kept His promise in the child
He sent His Son, the Lamb

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O, Sweet Jesus

O, SWEET JESUS!

O, sweet Jesus, baby boy
Your gentle hand will guide
Generations to the promised land
Sinners justified

By Your birth you testified
The Father’s faithfulness
By Your death upon the cross
You taught obedience

O, sweet Jesus, meek and mild
In rugged manger born
You chose the humblest entry point
not even one was scorned

Shepherds, the most lowly
You revealed Your birth to them
Wise men from afar off
Believed and worshiped then

Twas not to high and lofty ones
With knowledge, power, prestige
But to the humble, foreign men
From waiting a reprieve.

From Bethlehem to Golgatha
Wasn’t far to walk
But every step the Father’s will
You would never balk

O, sweet Jesus, born to die
So sweet your baby hands
But later they would pierce them thru And kill the precious lamb

I know the end
All is not lost
Like Jonah and the fish
Three days passed, You rose again
having paid the cost

O, sweet Jesus, hear my prayer
You died for me I know
But now I want to live for You
And make my heart Your throne

O, sweet Jesus, Lord of all
King o’er every King
Come quickly for your church to take
Your praises we will sing

But ‘til you come I pray to be
A light upon a hill
your name I want to lift up high
Bring glory, do your will

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BABY JESUS, BORN TO DIE

Baby Jesus, small and soft
born that star-filled night
for ages prophets had foretold
Light to pierce the night

Your heavenly home You left behind
put eternal things aside
to enter human time and space
a temporary home.

why would You,
Almighty King
Lord of all the Lords
come down to earth to be with us
so far below Your throne

the cross it is the centerpiece
instrument of pain
see where blood was flowing down
the lamb on it was slain

O Jesus, help me see the truth
Your life was not in vain
Your coming was to meet my need
Yours a blood sacrifice

the living, it was needful
without blemish You were found
yet dying was the pinnacle
my sin stain it removed

in dying You gave your life for me
propitiatory substitute
in rising You opened eternity
rendered the accuser mute

a baby born to humble means
lain in a manger bare
is only part the story told
look further if you dare

the only true and living God
the one they call “I AM”
He kept His promise in the child
He sent His Son, the Lamb

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O, sweet Jesus, baby boy
Your gentle hand will guide
Generations to the promised land
Sinners justified

By Your birth you testified
The Father’s faithfulness
By Your death upon the cross
You taught obedience

O, sweet Jesus, meek and mild
In rugged manger born
You chose the humblest entry point
not even one was scorned

Shepherds, the most lowly
You revealed Your birth to them
Wise men from afar off
Believed and worshiped then

Twas not to high and lofty ones
With knowledge, power, prestige
But to the humble, foreign men
From waiting a reprieve.

From Bethlehem to Golgatha
Wasn’t far to walk
But every step the Father’s will
You would never balk

O, sweet Jesus, born to die
So sweet your baby hands
But later they would pierce them thru And kill the precious lamb

I know the end
All is not lost
Like Jonah and the fish
Three days passed, You rose again
having paid the cost

O, sweet Jesus, hear my prayer
You died for me I know
But now I want to live for You
And make my heart Your throne

O, sweet Jesus, Lord of all
King o’er every King
Come quickly for your church to take
Your praises we will sing

But ‘til you come I pray to be
A light upon a hill
your name I want to lift up high
Bring glory, do your will

Copyright  MaryBethMullin

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WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH JESUS?

WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH JESUS?

What will you do with Jesus?
Will you set up your fine nativity,
place the baby Jesus in
sit back and watch His angelic face
vaguely staring back at you?

What will you do with Jesus this year,
will you put Him in a box
gently wrapped in tissue paper
on the highest shelf atop?

Take Jesus out of storage.
Praise Him as the King of Kings!
Pay homage at the manger
and with the angels sing
“Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
He is Emmanuel!
God who dwelt among us
Your worship He compels.

For who else can offer eternal life?
Who can break the seven seals?
Who can pay the sin offering for all mankind
with blood shed sacrificially?

We’ve all a debt for sin we owe.
The wages for sin is death.
Jesus is the way, the truth, the life.
There is no other way.

What will you do with Jesus
the babe who in the manger lay?
His salvation is with in your grasp
the ransom has been paid.

Just believe on Him,
that He is the Son of God
and that He died upon the cross
the lamb unblemished by one sin
for you He paid the price.
He bought our wretched, sinful souls
in exchange His righteousness.

The baby Jesus is not an ornament,
an accessory to your manger scene.
He is the promised Messiah.
The Prophets told of Him.
Isaiah said, “Unto us a Child is born,”
seven hundred years before
His name would be “Emmanuel”
His kingdom without end.

God has had this plan for you
a life He wants to give
not the fading, temporal kind
that rots with death and sin
but life with Him eternal
reigning with Him in His realm.

What will you do with Jesus this year?
Will you take the life He gives
or will you settle for dear Santa
and his busy little elves?

Copyright MaryBethMullin

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Love Came Down at Christmas
Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, Love Divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and Angels gave the sign.

Worship we the Godhead,
Love Incarnate, Love Divine;
Worship we our Jesus:
But wherewith for sacred sign?

Love shall be our token,
Love shall be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and all men,
Love for plea and gift and sign.

–Christina Georgina Rossetti, 1885

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