A Man of Sorrows

The baby born in a manger stall would one day rise above all,
Before that day he would descend beneath to lift from the fall.
Angelic cherubim sing his praise pronouncing his humble birth,
The Lord of all creation descends from his throne above to earth.

The Savior suffered all things and bore all our grief and pain,
To this end was his mission here, to remove our earthly stain.
He has born our agony and griefs, with his stripes we are healed,
That one day soon, our journey will end and to him we are sealed.

A Man of Sorrows was his earthly lot, yet he did not complain,
No, his path was not one of ease and luxury… for us was he slain.
I can’t help but ponder a simple thought that thrills my mind,
Did I watch from heaven’s window, when he suffered for mankind?

The Baby born in a lowly stall now stands outside the empty tomb,
His hands and feet permanently emblazoned with the soldier’s doom.
The earthly King who wore a crown of thorns now stands sovereign.
Now wears a Heavenly Crown of Glory as King of Kings he does reign.