He came from the bosom of the father to the bosom of a woman. He put on humanity that we might put on divinity. He became son of Man that we might become sons of God. He came from heaven, where the rivers never freeze, winds never blow, frosts never chill the air, flowers never fade, and no one is ever sick. No under takers, no graveyards, for no one ever dies-no one is ever buried.
He was born contrary to the laws of nature, lived in poverty, reared in obscurity; only once crossed the boundary of the land, in childhood...he had no wealth nor influence. His relatives were inconspicuous and uninfluential.
In infancy He startled a king; in boyhood He puzzled doctors; in manhood He ruled the course of nature. He walked upon the billows---hushed the sea to sleep. He healed the multitudes without medicine and made no charge for His services. He never wrote a book, yet not all the libraries of the country could hold the books that have been written about Him. He never wrote a song, yet He has furnished the theme of more songs than all song writers combined. He never founded a college, yet all the schools together cannot boast of as many students as He has...He never practiced medicine, and yet He healed more broken hearts than the doctors have broken bodies.
He is the Star of Astronomy, The Rock of Geology, the Lion and Lamb of Zoology, the Harmonizer of all discords and the healer of all diseases. Great men have come and gone, yet He lives on. Herod could not kill Him; death could not destroy Him; the grave could not hold Him. He laid aside the purple rob for a peasant gown. "He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor." How poor? Ask Mary! Ask the wise men! He slept in another's manger. He cruised the lake in another's boat. He rode on another man's colt. He was buried in another man's tomb. All others failed , but He ---never! The ever perfect one--- He is altogether lovely-- He is my savior! He is my Lord! He is my soon coming King of Kings!
Happy Birthday Jesus!
He was born contrary to the laws of nature, lived in poverty, reared in obscurity; only once crossed the boundary of the land, in childhood...he had no wealth nor influence. His relatives were inconspicuous and uninfluential.
In infancy He startled a king; in boyhood He puzzled doctors; in manhood He ruled the course of nature. He walked upon the billows---hushed the sea to sleep. He healed the multitudes without medicine and made no charge for His services. He never wrote a book, yet not all the libraries of the country could hold the books that have been written about Him. He never wrote a song, yet He has furnished the theme of more songs than all song writers combined. He never founded a college, yet all the schools together cannot boast of as many students as He has...He never practiced medicine, and yet He healed more broken hearts than the doctors have broken bodies.
He is the Star of Astronomy, The Rock of Geology, the Lion and Lamb of Zoology, the Harmonizer of all discords and the healer of all diseases. Great men have come and gone, yet He lives on. Herod could not kill Him; death could not destroy Him; the grave could not hold Him. He laid aside the purple rob for a peasant gown. "He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor." How poor? Ask Mary! Ask the wise men! He slept in another's manger. He cruised the lake in another's boat. He rode on another man's colt. He was buried in another man's tomb. All others failed , but He ---never! The ever perfect one--- He is altogether lovely-- He is my savior! He is my Lord! He is my soon coming King of Kings!
Happy Birthday Jesus!


