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
Please 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 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
Welcome to our world
Praying we will fill this Christmas week with joyful and grateful meditation--The King of Glory--He came down to us! To me, it doesn't make the least bit of sense. But that is what is so incredible about the mystery of the Gospel! I can't even grasp "how wide, how long, how high, and how deep" (Ephesians 3:18) is the love of Christ. But though I can't fully grasp it, oh, how I'm thankful.
{Many blessings to you and yours this Christmas!}
