It is my pleasure to tell you about the miraculous signs and wonders that the Most High God has
From the beginning of time He has been trying to reach us. He’ll address his enemy, which is also our enemy. The fight will be fierce, for our very soul and existence is in the balance.
Let the overshadowing of the Holy Spirit bring forth a child through a young girl. He will be ridiculed and his identity will be questioned. He’ll grow up like what seems to be a normal child; who would believe that God would humble himself to be like one of us?
His brothers will dismiss him. His mother will reflect. His earthly father will embrace him as his own.
The rulers will challenge him and every demon is hell try to destroy HIM.
He’ll be hunted, despised and never fully recognized for who he is.
Look inside the manger and it’s a little baby. Follow him over the years and you’ll see the wisdom of God all over him.
Hear him speak and your soul will thirst for something to satisfy it.
Join the crowds that hurl insults or secretly go along his path and your own heart will reveal the yearning inside to belong, but to what?
His fragrance remains wherever he’s been.
Bring him before the people, before his family; take him to rulers and kings.
Try and shake him to reveal his character and it becomes more evident who he is.
Look for the SIGN!
The prophet’s foretold of him; at times to their demise.
Angels announced it.
Shepherds believed.
Kings trembled.
A baby in a manger crowned KING from his birth.
Crucified on a cross of disgrace so as to purchase us for himself.
He'll silence the enemy and make a spectacle of the traitor.
"They are mine" you can hear him say.
Follow him to his grave and wait a few days.
Look again!
An empty grave is the SIGN.
No longer there; death could not keep him.
Take a look again and this baby is a man; this man is the Son of God. The Son of God is the chosen Lamb of God. This Lamb is the Sacrifice that has canceled our debt.
Every angel, creature, elder and all creation bows to the KING.
He’ll be hunted, despised and never fully recognized for who he is.
Look inside the manger and it’s a little baby. Follow him over the years and you’ll see the wisdom of God all over him.
Hear him speak and your soul will thirst for something to satisfy it.
Join the crowds that hurl insults or secretly go along his path and your own heart will reveal the yearning inside to belong, but to what?
His fragrance remains wherever he’s been.
Bring him before the people, before his family; take him to rulers and kings.
Try and shake him to reveal his character and it becomes more evident who he is.
Look for the SIGN!
The prophet’s foretold of him; at times to their demise.
Angels announced it.
Shepherds believed.
Kings trembled.
A baby in a manger crowned KING from his birth.
Crucified on a cross of disgrace so as to purchase us for himself.
He'll silence the enemy and make a spectacle of the traitor.
"They are mine" you can hear him say.
Follow him to his grave and wait a few days.
Look again!
An empty grave is the SIGN.
No longer there; death could not keep him.
Take a look again and this baby is a man; this man is the Son of God. The Son of God is the chosen Lamb of God. This Lamb is the Sacrifice that has canceled our debt.
Every angel, creature, elder and all creation bows to the KING.
Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord.
Worthy, Worthy, is my KING.
This baby Jesus is He.
Merry Christmas.
God bless you!~Liz
