Born to Die


Gentle Jesus.

Born a King.


You laid in a foul feeding trough,

appearing to many as humbly.


O Precious Prince,


you were hunted down

and brutally beaten

like a lamb led to the slaughter.


O Beautiful Savior,


you were so brave to die for me.


Prior to your divine descent

your heavenly Father kissed

your itty-bitty forehead,

knowing that a great King

you’d one day be.


But the price you’d pay

would be a costly crown


woven together

to mock God’s kingdom

and fit your skull perfectly.


He cupped your little hands

and massaged your pink infant feet


knowing that at the appointed time

nails of raw Roman iron

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 tiny ear,


“O sweet Child of mine

with whom I am well-pleased.


“The King of the Jews

is born to die 

to pay the price

that will suffice

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—

your rehearsed resurrection

is the world’s gain

and Satan’s loss.”

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2 months ago

A beautiful gift you’ve given us all with your prophetic and beautiful poetry!


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