The Manger.

The Manger.

Lyrics: Matthew West; Jeffrey Thomas Pardo; Anne Catherine Wilson.
Vocals: Anne Wilson, Josh Turner

They’re puttin’ decorations up in front of my old church,
The shepherds and the wise men and the hay.
There’s Joseph and his Mary lookin’ down at Heaven’s birth,
And the angel’s sayin’, “Don’t you be afraid”.
It makes me stop and think about how You showed up down here,
In a humble bed made of nails and wood.
You could have picked a palace, somethin’ more fit for a King,
But then the story wouldn’t be as good.

From the highest of the high,
To the lowest of the low,
That stable tells a story of the distance You will go.
For the lonely and the lost,
There’s no sinner too far gone to find a Savior,
Lyin’ in the manger.
There’s a star up in the sky that’s callin’ all the least of these,
Come make Your way to where Your hope is found.
If I’m honest, some days I feel too far out of reach,
But the manger reminds me love reached down.
From the highest of the high,
To the lowest of the low,
That stable tells a story of the distance You will go,
For the lonely and the lost.
There’s no sinner too far gone to find a Savior,
Lyin’ in the manger.
You were carried by a manger and just thirty-three years later,
By a rugged cross made from nails and wood,
And the tears fill up my eyes, You didn’t have to give Your life,
But then the story wouldn’t be as good.
From the highest of the high,
To the lowest of the low,
That stable tells a story of the distance You will go,
For the lonely and the lost.
There’s no sinner too far gone to find a Savior,
Lyin’ in the manger.
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.

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