This world of holocaust and war,
Tumult, hate, and dying.
Is there yet hope of peace in store,
World and flesh denying?
Let chaos cease, for God’s my peace.
For I – the problem with this world,
Man in damned rebellion –
Must bring my scape-goat from herd,
Substitute for hell-sins.
A perfect beast to die for peace.
The priest would kill him, drain his blood,
On the altar pour it.
The offal burnt before our God,
Fat – the best – the Lord gets.
On him we feast who bought our peace.
So Christ fulfills this sacrifice,
Drained for our redemption.
His blood, His flesh, a feast of life,
My life bequeathed in thanks for peace.
God accepts no sin in heaven,
Do not offer Him your leaven.
Trust in Him no doubting question,
Offerings to please the King.
Offerings with salt were given,
Pointing to the contract written,
Our relationship – love-driven,
With our Lord, which He restored.
Thankful for your harvest growing,
With your labor your thanks showing,
First of earnings given, glowing,
All was His, in love He gives.
To give a gift in obligation,
Will not make sure relationship.
No legalistic desecration,
In showing love by giving gifts.
The offering of grain containing,
These: frankincense, and grain, and oil,
Memorial of praise displaying,
And brought to God in sweat and toil.
For God His people still remembers,
And gives them bread born from the land,
Both Holy Spirit – oil tender,
And Bread of Life to save the damned.
And we remember God in prayer,
Like frankincense the incense burn.
Diverse from other nations layered,
And every tribe His praise will learn.
Then trip your memory with giving,
Returning that which God gave you.
To help His workers make a living,
A holy gift – your pride eschew.
And God gave us imagination,
So give with creativity.
For He has raised from every nation,
Both fried and baked diversity.