God's Victorious Son

GOD’S VICTORIOUS SON The manger now is bare, The Baby isn’t there. The cross upon the hill Is not there standing still. The grave, too, it is bare, For Christ did not stay there! Yet every Christmas time Why is it that we find A manger with a babe Who’s there been newly laid? And why as Easter nears Do we see Him appear On crosses, hung in shame? Oh, it’s not really wrong To sing the Christmas songs, To see again that bed Whereon He laid His head. And yes, the cross reminds Of love so pure and kind That He displayed up there As He hung in despair. But He’s alive today, The stone is rolled away, And we can know this One God’s own victorious Son, By calling on His name.