Jesus swaddled in manger

The creator lay in a manger
The hands that would heal the sick
The legs that would work on water
The eyes that all men would desire to see
The mouth that would speak spirit and life
Wrapped in the Holy cold night

The head that would wear a crown of thorn
The legs that would be nailed
The hands that would be pinned
To a wooden cross
The body that would be flogged and pierced
Laid beautifully in a manger

In that baby
Was a being that would enter hell
To collect the key of death and grave
And lead thousands of captives to glory
Now he lives in all who believe in him
Yet, He slept in a manger

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