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In the beginning there was the Word |
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Pure love was spoken to reach every man |
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They stopped and listened but all that they heard |
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Was language that they could not understand |
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No joy, no peace, no hope in sight |
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So He came with starlight and love in His eyes |
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No regal welcome for His infant cries |
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There have been many babies to become a king |
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But only one King became a baby |
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He left behind His throne of pure light |
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Gave up His crown that we might be free |
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He chose a manger that Bethlehem night |
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And reaching through time and space He saw me |
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With no joy, no peace, no hope in sight |
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So He came with starlight and love in His eyes |
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No regal welcome for His infant cries |
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There have been many babies to become a king |
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But only one King became a baby |
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He could have chosen to break through the sky |
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With anthem and angel wing |
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But He knew we'd understand a baby's cry |
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And learn love from a servant King |
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So He came with starlight and love in His eyes |
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No regal welcome for His infant cries |
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There have been so many babies to become a king |
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Only one King, one King became a baby |
