You and me we use so very many clumsy words The noise of what we often say Is not worth being heard When the Father's Wisdom Wanted to communicate His love He spoke it in one final perfect Word
Chorus He spoke the Incarnation And then so was born the Son His Final Word was Jesus He needed no other one Spoke flesh and blood so He could bleed And make a way divine And so was born the baby Who would die to make it mine
And so the Father's fondest thought Took on flesh and bone He spoke the living luminous Word At once His will was done And so the transformation That in man had been unheard Took place in God the Father As He spoke that final Word
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And so the Light became alive and manna became Man Eternity stepped into time so we could understand
Chorus And so was born the baby Who would die to make it mine