A few weeks ago at church, a dear sister told me about this song. Ponder if you will these beautiful words that so aptly describe the ultimate gift of Christmas.
by Jamie Statema
It's not just about the manger Where the baby lay
It's not all about the angels Who sang for him that day
It's not just about the shepherds Or the bright and shining star
It's not all about the wisemen Who travelled from afar
It's about the cross It's about my sin
It's about how Jesus came to be born once
So that we could be born again
It's about the stone That was rolled away
So that you and I could have real life someday
It's about the cross
It's not just about the good things In this life I've done.
It's not all about the treasures Or the trophies that I've won.
It's not about the righteousness That I find within.
It's all about His precious blood That saved me from my sin
It's about the cross It's about my sin
It's about how Jesus came to be born once
So that we could be born again
It's about the stone That was rolled away
So that you and I could have real life someday
It's about the cross
It's about the cross
The beginning of the story is wonderful and great
But it's the ending that can save you and that's why we celebrate
It's about the cross It's about my sin
It's about how Jesus came to be born once
So that we could be born again
It's about God's Son Nailed to a tree
It's about every drop of blood that flowed from Him when it should have been me
It's about the stone That was rolled away
So that you and I could have real life someday
So that you and I could have real life someday
It's about the cross
It's about the cross
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