Every Good and Perfect Gift

What was kindled at the Christmas tree
Culminated into Calvary
The Perfect, The Unbroken Prince,
Knelt under the grief of brokenness
And through decades of blood and sweat
Suffered, and gave it all, paying our debt.
Sometimes a rich man, for reasons he knows,
Will pay the foolish debt another man owes
But what rich man would be beaten and die
To ransom his enemy’s son from the pig sty?

In all of human history, only This Man
Left abundance so great
To fulfill His Father’s plan
To sow a seed of Love into the heart that hates

And the harvest still produces.