Christmas story retold

The heavens are hushed,
The time has come,
Awe fills hearts as God's own son,
Chooses to do what must be done.

An angel appears to a young maiden,
Foretelling the impossible for a virgin,
The girl turns pale with fear,
For in the town of Nazareth,
A child and no husband means likely death.

But with a willing heart and simple trust,
She humbly accepts what she must,
She only prays her husband to be,
Will not accuse her of adultery.

A man tosses and turns upset and dismayed,
His chosen bride has left him seemingly betrayed,
He finally sleeps and then a dream,
Leaves him trembling, wondering what this could mean...

Through divine will and human mean,
The couple head for a future unseen.

In Bethlehem loud,
Through the crude crowd,
Came a tired man,
A donkey tan,
And a woman white,
Bearing the light,
Of the world.

Above them a star shone bright,
Watching as they walked the night,
Until at last they came to an inn,
From which rose a dreadful din,
They asked if they could stay,
But the innkeeper he said, "No way!"
"There are too many people. There is no room."
But then he pondered their deepening gloom,
"Well I do have a stable,
and if you are able,
You many rest there."

So in that dark place,
Which held so little grace,
Among animals, nothing to adorn,
The barn where Jesus our Savior was born.

Through His life miracles came to be,
The lame walked! The blind could see!
We called him Messiah, the chosen one,
Little did we know his true task was yet to be done...

Demons reeled in giddy joy,
Satan's plan was ready to deploy,
Angels hide their faces and weep,
Disciples cannot keep from sleep,
Through that night evil lurked in the deep.

Betrayal! Darkness! Fear! and Hate!
Evil takes over at an alarming rate!
His that night was mockery and pain,
Shunned as though He bore the mark of Cain.

We ripped His beard,
We tore His head,
We spit, we mocked
"Some Messiah" WE said.

Bearing doggedly guards cruel whips,
Hanging determindly as blood steadily drips,
Jesus, the Lamb of God! Pure without sin!
Through the dark gates of agonizing death is driven in...

If this tale would now end,
Neither hope nor joy could it send,
But through those very gates of death,
Christ breaks free forever to reign!
And what? You ask, Was the gain?
Of enduring such horrific pain?

Sins Forgiven! Love unleashed! Peace with God! Everlasting Joy.