This is a rather feeble attempt to write my own Christmas Song. As if the title hadn't given that away already. I have no idea what its called.
How could we know? The little boy, stable born, would be hope everlasting? To this baby bowed, shepards, wise men. To the man will bow the world. From a crib, worshipped, to a cross, glorified. This man we call Emmanuel,
Glory, glory, to the King!
Glory, glory, let us sing!
Let us worship this Christmas Day!
They knelt on hay with gifts of gold. We kneel before the cross, with tears of joy. From trough to tomb, from birth to death. How could we know? This man, crucified, would be salvation eternal? This man we call Emmanuel.
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