It's not just about the manger, where the baby lay.
It's not all about the angels, who sang for him that day.
It's not just about the shepherds, or the bright and shining star.
It's not all about the wisemen, who travelled from afar.
It's about the cross, It's about my sin,
It's about how Jesus came to be born so we could be born again.
It's about the stone that was rolled away, so that you and I could have real life someday.
It's about the cross.
It's not just about the presents underneath the tree.
It's not all about the feeling that the season brings to me.
It's not just about coming home to be with those you love.
It's not all about the beauty in the snow I'm dreaming of.
It's about the cross.
The beginning of the story is wonderful and great, but it's the ending that can save you,
and that's why we celebrate.
It's about the cross, it's about my sin, it's about how Jesus came to be born so we could be born again. It's about God's love, nailed to a tree, it's about every drop of blood that flowed from Him when it should have been you and me. It's about the stone that was rolled away so that you and I could have real life someday.
"It's About The Cross" (Go Fish)
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