Tears are falling
Hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God
You've been promised
We've been waiting
Welcome, Holy Child
Welcome, Holy Child
Hope that You don't mind our manger
How I wish we would have known;
But long-awaited, Holy Stranger,
Make Yourself at home
Make Yourself at home
Bring Your peace into our violence
Bid our hungry souls be filled
Word now breaking Heaven's silence
Welcome to our world
Welcome to our world
Fragile fingers sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for thorns;
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
Unto us is born
Unto us is born
So wrap our injured flesh around You
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Perfect Son of God
Welcome to our world
-Chris Rice
Monday, December 25, 2006
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