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...
fragile finger sent to heal us
fragile finger sent to heal us
tender brow prepared for thorn
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
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
incarnate: embodied in flesh; given a bodily, especially a human, form
1 comment:
I love this song. I'd somehow never heard it until I read it on your blog....thanks for sharing it!!
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