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The End of the Beginning
David Phelps

He was born of a virgin, one holy night
in the little town of Bethlehem.
Angels gathered 'round Him, underneath the star,
singing praises to the great I AM.
He walked on the water, healed the lame,
and made the blind to see again.
And for the first time here on earth
we learned that God could be a friend.
And though He never, ever did a single thing wrong,
the angry crowd chose Him. And then He walked down
the road and died on the cross and
that was the end . . . of the beginning.

"That's not a new book, that's a Bible," he said, "and I've heard it all before. I've tried religion, its shame and guilt, and I don't need it anymore. Its superstition made up of tales just to help the weak to survive." "Let me read it again," I said, "But listen closely, this is gonna change your life."

He was born of a virgin, one holy night
in the little town of Bethlehem.
Angels gathered 'round Him, underneath the star,
singing praises to the great I AM.
He walked on the water, healed the lame,
and made the blind to see again.
And for the first time here on earth
we learned that God could be a friend.
And though He never, ever did a single thing wrong,
the angry crowd chose Him. And then He walked down
the road and died on the cross and
that was the end . . . of the beginning.

"The end of the beginning," he said with a smile. "What more could there be? He's dead. You said they hung Him and put nails in His hands and a crown of thorns on His head." I said, "I'll read it again, but this time there's more and I believe that this is true. His death wasn't the end, but the beginning of life, that's completed in you. Don't you see, He did all this for you?"

He was born of a virgin, one holy night,
in the little town of Bethlehem.
Angels gathered 'round Him, underneath the star,
singing praises to the great I AM.
He walked on the water, healed the lame,
and made the blind to see again.
And for the first time here on earth
did you know that God could be a friend?
And though He never, ever did a single thing wrong,
He was the one the crowd chose.
And He walked and He died,
but three days later
three days later
three days later. . .
He rose.
Three days later, He rose.

"You see, He came and He lived and He died, but that was the end of the beginning."