would you believe after all we've projected
a child in a manger
lowly and small, the weakest of all
unlikeliest hero, wrapped in his mother's shawl
just a child
is this who we've waited for?
cause how many kings stepped down from their thrones?
how many lords have abandoned their homes?
how many greats have become the least for me?
how many gods have poured out their hearts
to romance a world that has torn all apart?
how many fathers gave up their sons for me?
bringing our gifts for the newborn savior
all that we have, whether costly or meek
because we believe
gold for his honor and frankincense for his pleasure
and myrrh for the cross he'll suffer
do you believe
is this who we've waited for?
how many kings stepped down from their thrones?
how many lords have abandoned their homes?
how many greats have become the least, for me?
how many gods have poured out their hearts
to romance a world that has torn all apart?
how many fathers gave up their sons for me?
only one did that for me.
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