The Problem of Christmas

here's another one I composed....................hope you like it

The Problem of Christmas

A needy race that does not know
The depth of need or what they owe
To One so perfect, holy, good,
Once face to face with Him they stood,
Who through the fall, did curse and bless
And set the course for righteousness.
Though curse was swift in hobbled man
At selfsame time revealed His plan,
In sweat and toil, pain in birth
The Son of man would restore worth.
So many silent years have passed,
The promised one had come at last,
The woman’s seed, yet born of God
Had come to tread the cursed sod.
Now where He walked and what He said,
And where He died and how He bled,
Fulfilled the promise and the curse
And gave the gift for which no verse
Could ever fully comprehend
How everlasting is the end
Of One whose promise is to bring
The glory back unto the king.