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The Beauty of Christ He came from the bosom of the
Father to the bosom of a woman. He put on humanity that we might put on
divinity. He became Son of Man that we mighty become sons of God. He was born contrary to the laws of
nature, lived in poverty, reared in obscurity: only once crossed the boundary of
the land, in childhood. He had no wealth nor influence and had neither training
nor formal education. His relatives were inconspicuous and uninfluential. In infancy He startled a king, in
boyhood He puzzled the doctors; in manhood He ruled the course of nature. He
walked upon the billows and hushed the sea to sleep. He healed the multitudes
without medicine and made no charge for His services. He never wrote a book, yet
not all the libraries of the country could hold the books that could be written
about Him. He never wrote a song, yet he has furnished the theme of more songs
than all song writers combined. He never founded a college yet all the schools
together cannot boast of as many students as He has. He never practiced
medicine, and yet He healed more broken hearts than the doctors have healed
broken bodies. He is the Star of Astronomy, the
Rock of Geology, the Lion and the Lamb of Zoology, the Harmonizer of all
discords and the Healer of all diseases. Great men have come and gone, yet He
lives on. Herod could not kill Him, Satan could not seduce Him, Death could not
destroy Him, the grave could not hold Him. He laid aside His purple robe for a
peasant's gown. He was rich, yet for our sake He became poor. How poor'! Ask
Mary! Ask the Wise men! He slept in another's manger. He cruised the lake in
another's boat, He rode on another man's ass. He was buried in another man's
tomb. All failed but He never. The ever Perfect One ‑ He is the Chief
among ten thousand. He is altogether lovely. Author unknown Provided by:
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