I anxiously await the babe.
News of the virgin’s birth swept through my cave
and out I came, ready to conquer the nave.
I deceived the first of his creation with the ripest of fruits
and I’ll take this virgin’s first-fruit too.
My deceit succeeded once and now I hold his people captive,
my plan’s adaptive,
I wish to burn all their souls to ashes,
whipping guilt through legalism’s lashes.
This King will not usher peace.
His love will not win.
When he crowns, I’ll usurp his throne.
Oh wait, I hear her moan.
Now I find the boy resting in hay.
Yet I can not touch the treasure today,
Angels have protection lay
and offensively kept me at bay.
They enshroud this Prince of Peace.
I’ll devise a different plan,
One through Herod’s clan.
A decree will he utter
to cause mankind to shudder
as Israel’s children are laid asunder.
Time toils on
and he’s gone,
impaled on a cross.
A brief sigh as I shake off my assumed dross.
But wait, third day’s light dawns!
I’m thrown to earth
through his birth,
and in turn death’s acceptance
to one day rise and ascend.
I’m toppled from my dominion, hell’s holy haven.
Now I lurk, looming,
devouring fools sin graven.
Yet in heaven he has won.
He stands to rule them all
if only in repentance they call,
He’ll redeem the Fall.