Without the Christ

Without His birth, where would I be?

In a stable stayed the three

Angels announced

Shepherds observed

Wisemen came to worship the Lord.

 

Without the Cross, where would I be?

All my sins on top of me.

Full of guilt

A price to pay

My sins would not have been washed away.

 

Without the Christ where would we be?

Dying for all humanity.

His blood removed

Our guilt and shame

He took our place, we took His name.

 

Without His resurrection where would we be?

Death is swallowed up in victory

Buried three days

He snatched Death’s key

 

And rose with life eternally.