Birthing Christ In Our Generation Poem by J. D. Martin

Worthy are you, Lord of Praise
But Ah! It’s void in me
My aching heart I pray you raise
I give it all to thee

My heart is dark, but you are light
I can’t approach my God
I’m sick O Lord, I need your grace
But I’m fearful of your rod

My flesh is weak, My spirit is strong
I hate this man in me
I cannot win this battle
But you will eternally

You’ll save this soul, You’ll cleanse me off
You’ll kill this wretch in me
I’ll be your bride, I’ll be renewed
Beautiful for eternity

Why should I live but for your praise
My life is hidden in thee
O Lord no longer be my days
Let Christ shine forth in me

O Mary Mother of the Lord
Let us sing together in Joy
We've given birth to Glory
The heavenly Anointed Boy

You birthed him in Jerusalem, two thousand years ago
He’s spiritually birthed in me as well
Regeneration’s goal

My life is lost, his life is found
I've vanished in his stead
I am now the Lord’s body
And he’s its glorious head

Christ be born in me I pray
Kill this devil deep inside
I want my friends to see your face
Not Adam as he hides