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Follow the star to a place unexpected |
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Would you believe, after all we've projected, |
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A child in a manger? |
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Lowly and small, the weakest of all |
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Unlikeliest hero, wrapped in his mother's shawl |
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Just a child |
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Is this who we've waited for? 'cause |
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How many kings step down from their thrones? |
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How many lords have abandoned their homes? |
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How many greats have become the least for me? |
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And how many gods have poured out their hearts |
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To romance a world that is torn all apart |
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How many fathers gave up their sons for me? |
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Bringing our gifts for the newborn Savior |
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All that we have, whether costly or meek |
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Because we believe. |
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Gold for his honor, and frankincense for his pleasure |
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And myrrh for the cross he will suffer |
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Do you believe? |
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Is this who we've waited for? |
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All for me |
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All for you |
