It's still a
mystery to me
That the hands of God could be so small;
How tiny fingers reaching in the night
Were the very hands that measured the sky.
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Heaven's love reaching down to save the world;
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
That the hands of God could be so small;
How tiny fingers reaching in the night
Were the very hands that measured the sky.
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Heaven's love reaching down to save the world;
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Son of God,
Servant King,
Here with us
You're here with us.
It's still a mystery to me
How His infant eyes have seen the dawn of time;
How His ears have heard an angel's symphony,
But still Mary had to rock her Savior to sleep.
Jesus the Christ, born in Bethlehem,
A baby born to save the souls of man.
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Heaven's love reaching down to save the world;
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Son of God, Servant King,
Here with us
You're here with us.
~Jason Ingram, Ben Glover, & Joy Williams, 2005
Here with us
You're here with us.
It's still a mystery to me
How His infant eyes have seen the dawn of time;
How His ears have heard an angel's symphony,
But still Mary had to rock her Savior to sleep.
Jesus the Christ, born in Bethlehem,
A baby born to save the souls of man.
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Heaven's love reaching down to save the world;
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Son of God, Servant King,
Here with us
You're here with us.
~Jason Ingram, Ben Glover, & Joy Williams, 2005
The incarnation is seen more clearly when one holds his own helpless babe in his arms.
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