Born to Die

Gentle Jesus. Born a King. You laid in a foul feeding trough appearing to many as humbly.

O, how You were hunted down and brutally beaten like a lamb led to the slaughter.

Beautiful Savior: You were so brave to die for me.

Prior to Your divine descen
t Your Heavenly Father kissed Your tiny forehead knowing that a great King You’d one day be. But the price You’d pay would be a crown of thorns woven together to mock Your kingdom and fit Your skull perfectly.

He cupped Your little hands and massaged Your perfect pink feet
 knowing that at the appointed time predestined spikes of steel 
would penetrate Your innocent hide.

He formed Your ribs in place and covered them with muscle and skin.
 He touched Your side wiping a tear from His eye leaving just enough room for a sharp spear to hide.

He held You in His arms one last time and whispered in Your ear,

 “O, sweet Child of Mine in whom I am well pleased.

“Know that the King of the Jews is born to die to pay the price as the world’s most significant sacrifice.

“It’s sad, yet true, this world won’t have room for You – lest You be hung on a splintered cross.

“But don’t be dismayed, My Son. Just know that on that dark day, it’ll be Our gain and Satan’s loss.”

Chester Delagneau


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