Hope shone forth from an infant child,
In the manger that cold dark night.
In humility, God himself appeared mild,
Yet His plan moved forth in all its might.
Salvation to humanity was born;
The angels could not help but sing.
This Infant Child would bear our scorn;
The newborn Sovereign King.
Helpless was mankind in sin,
Until the star shone forth its light.
Our salvation to begin,
Bringing hope to the contrite.
The sin we bear has shown us guilty,
Under the righteousness of God.
Our defense is proven faulty
As He sees through our façade.
But this Child would fulfill
The law that we could not.
And by our sin, His blood we’d spill
to pay our debt and take our lot.
There is no guilt, which can’t be cleansed;
The darkest stains can be removed
When His Grace has been dispensed,
By Jesus Christ, in Him approved.
Let us worship the infant child;
Born, a life, to set us free.
By His grace, we are beguiled;
Infant born of sovereign decree.
– Doug Eaton –
I asked the Lord, that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.
I hoped that in some favoured hour
At once He’d answer my request,
And by His love’s constraining power
Subdue my sins, and give me rest.
Instead of this, he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry powers of hell
Assault my soul in every part.
Yea more, with his own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.
‘Lord, why is this?’ I trembling cried,
‘Wilt thou pursue Thy worm to death?’
‘Tis in this way,’ the Lord replied,
‘I answer prayer for grace and faith.
‘These inward trials I employ
‘From self and pride to set thee free;
‘And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
‘That thou may’st seek thy all in me.’
Truth these days seems up for grabs,
When at God’s Word they take their jabs.
The truth of God, it will not fail
Though so many against it rail.
They will someday, bear the shock
Standing before the God they mock
“How can we know” is their battle cry
Ignorance is bliss, is what they imply.
If we cannot know, we can’t be charged.
With immorality enlarged
God is not fooled by sinful games
And everyone, He knows their names.
For all men know, is what He said
Still they suppress the truth instead.
Without excuse, they stand and wait
To face the Law they desecrate.
Yet truth can still break the lock
When they meet the Stumbling Block
His mercy’s there for all who come
When to Truth, they do succumb.
When pain and faith collide
The one absorbs the other.
But not without an impact
That shakes us to the core.
We walk as if omnipotent
Forgetting that we’re frail.
Until that trying moment
We’re broken, hurt, and sore.
It can come in many ways,
But never goes unnoticed.
As with perfect strategy
It weakens where we’re strong.
Our thoughts become unclear
When hit while unaware.
And brings to mind our sins,
As we barely scrape along.
Then in our shaken voice
Our faith lets out a groan.
And thunders cross the heavens,
As by Him it’s supplied.
For faith is the power
That overcomes the world.
And the one absorbs the other
When pain and faith collide.