I Celebrate the Day- Relient K
"And with this Christmas wish is missed
The point I could convey
If only I could find the words to say to let You know how much You've
touched my life
Because here is where You're finding me, in the exact same place as New
Year's eve
And from a lack of my persistency
We're less than half as close as I want to be
And the first time
That You opened Your eyes did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever
And so this Christmas I'll compare the things I felt in prior years
To what this midnight made so clear
That You have come to meet me here
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
In the hope that what You did
That you were born so I might live
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
And I, I celebrate the day
That You were born to die
So I could one day pray for You to save my life"
I heard this song the other day and it hit me over the head. We know so much about the beginning and the end of Jesus' life. In the Gospels it talks about the very first part of when Jesus is born, and even a little in to His childhood...and of course they talk about what made the Son of God SO extraordinary, the way He died. Jesus, the son of a carpenter was also born the Son of God...and God had a specific purpose in Jesus' life...to be strong enough to die for us.
I never really thought about it that way. Jesus was born, so that he could die...for all of us. This little baby was born, so that He could die for all the dumb things that I do in my life. For all the things that I concentrate on more than Him...and yet He was born, so that He could die for me. I do not deserve it...but He still did it. He still suffered, and He still bled, and He still died for me. He died for a fool...just so that I can love Him. He wanted a fool's love...mine!
Now, I know that I am being redundant...but it stands to be repeated over and over again. It stands to be said from the highest roof tops, and the darkest streets. It stands to said to the sad person, that is wondering what they are going to do with their lives. It stands to be said to the person whose life is going just great. It deserves to be said to man, woman, girls, and boys. It stands to be said to everyone on this silly planet that we live on. Jesus was born 2000 years ago, so that He could die for us.
I am going to think about this, when I am in traffic for the next few days. When I go to pick up the last of what will be trivial gifts for people that will forget about them a few months later...I will think about this when i talk to my co-workers over the course of the next few days. And I will think of this, when I go to my dear friend's church on Christmas Eve, and hear him talk about this sweet little boy who was born a common little baby, and was raised, and died as the greatest man to walk on the planet.
Jesus was born so that He could die for me. Everything else is meaningless.
The Lord has risen, the Lord has risen indeed. Hallelujah. But He was also born. And it is time to celebrate that birth. Happy Birthday Jesus. I wish I got you a gift as great as the one you gave me.
Your Eternal Bud.
I never really thought about it that way. Jesus was born, so that he could die...for all of us. This little baby was born, so that He could die for all the dumb things that I do in my life. For all the things that I concentrate on more than Him...and yet He was born, so that He could die for me. I do not deserve it...but He still did it. He still suffered, and He still bled, and He still died for me. He died for a fool...just so that I can love Him. He wanted a fool's love...mine!
Now, I know that I am being redundant...but it stands to be repeated over and over again. It stands to be said from the highest roof tops, and the darkest streets. It stands to said to the sad person, that is wondering what they are going to do with their lives. It stands to be said to the person whose life is going just great. It deserves to be said to man, woman, girls, and boys. It stands to be said to everyone on this silly planet that we live on. Jesus was born 2000 years ago, so that He could die for us.
I am going to think about this, when I am in traffic for the next few days. When I go to pick up the last of what will be trivial gifts for people that will forget about them a few months later...I will think about this when i talk to my co-workers over the course of the next few days. And I will think of this, when I go to my dear friend's church on Christmas Eve, and hear him talk about this sweet little boy who was born a common little baby, and was raised, and died as the greatest man to walk on the planet.
Jesus was born so that He could die for me. Everything else is meaningless.
The Lord has risen, the Lord has risen indeed. Hallelujah. But He was also born. And it is time to celebrate that birth. Happy Birthday Jesus. I wish I got you a gift as great as the one you gave me.
Your Eternal Bud.
