12/23/2009
It must have been so quiet
It must have been so cold
This aching earth in such need of a miracle
The distance must have pained them
The violent space between
A perfect God and fallen man
Where Your love should have been
Where Your love should have been
How they must have waited
How they must have prayed
For some way to tie heaven to this broken place
How they must have wondered
When choirs of angels sang
How their King and conqueror
A helpless baby came
A helpless baby came
It must have felt like thunder
It must have smelled like rain
Touching You, holding You, whispering Your name
How their hearts must have broken
What agony, what joy
To recognize salvation in
A precious little boy
A precious little boy
I've always known this story
I've always called You mine
I can't quite imagine how it must have felt that night
It's in an old man's promise
A faithful woman's cries
When they first glimpsed the soul of God
In tiny human eyes
In tiny human eyes
I won't forget this Christmas
The miracle You are
That came for shepherds, fools and kings who wished upon a star
And shattered all the quiet
And lit up all the cold
And turned the God of all Creation
Into someone we could hold
Someone we can hold.
Merry Christmas.
love.
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3 comments:
music has to be added sometime.
I agree. Which means we'll need to write some with our band. Guess that makes it a country song. :)
Yes, I know a semi-decent song writer who might be willing to help :o)
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