Born in a Barn

He was born in a barn,
He has no manners,

 

He allows disreputable women to touch him inappropriately,
He tells those in religious authority where to get off,
He is known as a drunk,  because he is always hanging out at parties,
He rouses the rabble, and the government quakes,
He spits,  and rubs mud in people's faces,
He disrupts public ceremonies,
He perpetrates armed assault on bankers,
He flaunts the rules,
He appeared naked in public,
He dies in disgrace,
He opened a door and he refuses flatly to close it,
He was born in a barn and he has got no manners,

 

Yes,
Christ the saviour has come. 

Word

In the beginning was the living word,
Before a word was spoken,
Before a sound was heard,
There was a nothingness,
A great and awesome void,
Pre matter, pre planet, pre asteroid,

And the word was spoken
Into the darkness
and "out of this darkness
The Father has sparked this",
The word was the light and the life of men,
We behold his glory, now as then,
Jesus, One of us, no more us and them
So he was born in the town of Bethlehem,

"And yeah, the world was made through him,
To redeem the world, the word became human,
He's more than a phonetic sound,
Gods word is a tangible, living kinetic, energetic noun,
An extension of God, so he's always been around"
To reclaim your soul from the lost and found,

The Word became human, became flesh and blood,
Left his throne and moved into the neighbourhood.
 Not sitting at the ringside, he joined the fight,
The people walking in darkness have seen a great light,

He walked where I walk, so he understands,
He feels what we feel, we call him the son of man,
But also the loving, Son of God,
Born to save his people,
To uplift the down trod,

He knows us, he's human, in every single way,
Yet somehow, God, able to save the day,
Not stood back, or far off, or judging from the sidelines,
But bloodied, and bruised, and walking on our time-lines,
God in it, with us, Immanuel,
The end of fear and lonely hell,
Flesh and blood, human, not God in human shell,
Not selfish, or power hungry,  nothing to sell,

This God-Man unlocks the paradox, Two opposites side by side
The first shall be last. Serving to rule, the flipside of pride,
He wouldn't ask you to do, anything He wouldn't do,
He proved it, improved it, He has done it too,

This baby, this manger, this unassuming scene,
Not fit for a noble, let alone the king of Seraphim,
But he did not consider it unworthy, of someone like him.
Because, like the lottery, you have to be in it to win it, and take it back again,

And that's exactly what he did.








*Quotes from Hazakim ''Crown' & DC Talk "Free at last"

Fall on your knees

Come to the stable
Come if you please,
Come all you faithful,
And fall on Your knees,

For here in this tiny stable,
Lies mystery unfurled,
Here in this manger lies something bigger,
Bigger than your entire world,

Come to the stable,
Come if you are free,
Come all you who are able,
And Fall on your knees,

Within this fragile frame,
Of a naked infant,
The everlasting God,
Your humble servant,

Come to the stable
Come free as the breeze,
Come you abandoned faithful,
And fall on your knees,

Fall on your knees,
All you who are able,
Fall on your knees,
And crawl into the stable,

Fall on your knees,
Oh hear the Angel Noises,
Repeat the sounding joy,
By Lifting up your voices,

Bow low at the manger,
Born, the Lord, of all your days,
And Fall on your knees,
In everlasting praise,

Fall before the king of heaven
Fall before the Lord of hosts
Fall before Alpha and Omega,
Fall before him who sends the Holy Ghost,
Fall before the babe in swaddling,
Wrapped up tight, and dribbling there,
Fall before God the Vulnerable,
The Holy arm of God, laid bare,

Fall on your knees
Oh hear the Angel Song,
In the Silent night
Join the heavenly throng,

Fall on your knees
Worship Christ the Lord,
The Brightest, richest Gift,
Heaven could afford.

Come to the stable,
Come if you please,
Come if you are able
And fall,
Fall on your knees.