A Haunted Cradle

You place the manger scene up in your hallways, and in your yards.
Decking the tree, placing the gifts underneath, you claim the baby that had no place.

Stringing the lights, hanging the wreaths, passing out your cards'"
Seeing the cradle, you forget the blood stained tree, have you never seen His face?

A filthy manger, dusted out, lined with straw, a back alley way, a stench of animals all around.
A king born as a baby, coming that all lost sheep might be found.

A haunted cradle, a baby in a manger, wise men coming bearing gifts, a baby born to die.
Everywhere we see the manger scene, and Christmas trees, but how soon we forget the bloody tree.

The baby lay in a manger as the Inn it was full, the streets were full, no room, it was the rescinding call.
No room, room, for the baby who came to die, to pay the price for our fall.

You see the manger, the cradle filled with straw, but my dear have you never seen the bloody tree.
The baby became the man who died upon that bloody cruel tree, that we all might be free --

My dear, my dearest and best, as you look at the manger scene today, look again at the cruel tree.
The tree where the dear Saviour lingered and died, for you and for me'"

Decorate if you must, lay out the manger scene, set up your trees, and turn on your lights.
But be careful my dear friend, that you leave room for the one bought for you a Heaven bound flight.

Paid in full, the baby's birth you celebrate came just for you.
See the cradle filled with straw, but look again, and see the man who lingered and died upon the bloody tree, my friend He died that we might live, and this my friend is very true --