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A child was born on Christmas Day |
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Born to save the world |
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But long before the world began |
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He knew His death was sure |
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The pain and strife secured |
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Mystery, how He came |
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To be a man |
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But greater still |
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How His death was in His plan |
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God predestined that His Son would die |
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And He still created man |
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Oh, what love is this |
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That His death was in His hands |
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The Christmas trees |
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They glow so bright |
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With presents all around |
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But Christmas brought |
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A tree of life |
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With blood that sacrificed |
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The greatest gift in life |
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Mystery, how He came |
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To be a man |
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But greater still |
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How His death was in His plan |
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God predestined that His Son would die |
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And He still created man |
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Oh, what love is this |
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That His death was in His hands |
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I am just a man and |
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Can?t begin to comprehend |
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When You look into this traitor?s eyes |
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What do You see that justifies the Lamb |
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God predestined that His |
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Son would die |
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And He still created man |
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Oh, what love is this |
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That His death was in His plan |
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Mystery, mystery |
