“Christmas Has It’s Cradle, Easter Has It’s Cross”
by Rae E. Whitney
Christmas has its cradle, where a Baby cried;
did the lantern’s shadow show him crucified?
Did he foresee darkly His life’s willing loss?
Christmas has its cradle and Easter has its cross.
Christmas has its cradle; shepherds came to see,
Did he foresee darkly His life’s willing loss?
Christmas has its cradle and Easter has its cross.
Christmas has its cradle; shepherds came to see,
Little Son of Mary, Lamb of God to be
Had His Father warned Him, none would grant Him room,
Had His Father warned Him, none would grant Him room,
save in the Christmas cradle and in the Easter tomb?
Christmas has its cradle, wise men came to bring,
Christmas has its cradle, wise men came to bring,
myrrh and gold and incense, offering for a King;
Myrrh alone stayed with Him, death’s balm for this Boy,
Myrrh alone stayed with Him, death’s balm for this Boy,
from the Christmas cradle and to His Easter joy.
Christmas has its cradle, where that Baby cried;
Christmas has its cradle, where that Baby cried;
in the Easter garden, Christ lay, crucified;
When death’s power was conquered, God’s life through Him poured;
Christmas has its cradle and Easter has its Lord!
When death’s power was conquered, God’s life through Him poured;
Christmas has its cradle and Easter has its Lord!
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