December 7
“Birthdays,” by Maddie Pritchett
Birthday are for presents.
Of this you can't deny.
But the one with Holy presence,
He knew He had to die.
He lived every day
Knowing He'd give his life,
But He went on anyway
Pushing through the strife.
On His birthday
The world was saved,
He gave you your life.
And for your ways
He did pay
Though it hurt like a knife.
And so today
Don't forget to pray
And thank Him for the way
He saved your soul
At such a toll
And gave you this day.
