The Stable The Cradle The Cross And The Table Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

He didn't come in royalty nor
with esteem of men,
but born in a lowly stable
when there was no room in the inn.

He wasn't robed in garments
of scarlet or of gold;
just wrapped in humble swaddling clothes
to shield Him from the cold.

The cradle began his mission,
His Table shows it's done.
The stable led Him to the cross:
our souls' redemption won.

See the cradle and the stable,
where He came to earth that day.
See His Table laid with bread and wine
and the cross upon display.

Friend, do you see? God proved His love
for all at Calvary;
For on that day, He sacrificed
His Son for you and me.