A poem about our download and upload world we live in and how it relates to Christ and how he came to save us.

It was a lonely December night

The stars were out and one was bright

The Lord of Lords was born in a stable

Downloaded from God to be the only able

Way for us to be saved from our sin

In that cold dark stable instead of the Inn

The Lord grew up into a man

He worked carpentry but had a master plan

He was to climb the bloody hill

Where the Romans were to kill

Our Lord for our deadly deeds

Crucified on that cross which far exceeds

Anything that we could do

To be with God when life was through

So Christ bled and died then the veil torn

A miracle just like the night when he was born

He lay for days in a borrowed grave

Then on the third he rose to save

Us all from sin and death

Death on earth wouldn’t be our last breath

Then our great God began to upload

Our Lord with a glorious bode

Now all mankind is blessed with salvation

Our call to reach out to every nation

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