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Reason For The Season by Mike Buchanan
An angel announced a birth like no other
So later one could announce a rebirth like no other
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The Babe started in swaddling clothes
To be stripped of almost everything at the end.
He was heralded by a heavenly choir on arrival
So it would echo against the mocking on the cross.
Visited by strangers in the manger
To make up for the ultimate desertion in the darkness.
His birth was given to a virgin
To shadow the resurrected hope given to a prostitute.
He was brought royal gifts in tribute as a child
In preparation for a crown given in scorn and derision.
He was born perfect
So He could die sin-burdened.
He left His Glory and became like one of us
Because He wanted us to become like Him.
For everything started in the season of His Birth
Its true reason is found in His Death and Resurrection

Mike Buchanan

Painting by Mike Buchanan