| There’s a star up in the Western sky
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| It hangs above our only hope for life
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| A baby born to be the saving Christ
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| There is a star up in the Western sky
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| Saying, «Come, your Lord is here»
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| Written lifetimes ago
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| Saying You would arrive
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| Now You’re here to fill what that prophesied
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| The Creator and the Maker
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| Somehow sleeping in a manger
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| Was written on paper
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| Now here is our Christ
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| There’s a baby sleeping down the road
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| Wrapped up inside where the shepherds go
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| One day He will take what the world was owed
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| There is a baby sleeping down the road
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| Come, Lord Jesus, come
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| Written lifetimes ago
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| Saying You would arrive
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| Now You’re here to fill what that prophesied
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| The Creator and the Maker
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| Somehow sleeping in a manger
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| Was written on paper
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| Now here is our Christ
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| No room for a baby
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| We pushed You away
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| Now all these years later
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| And not much has changed
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| But Lord there is mercy
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| Because what You’ve done
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| And there in that stable
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| Is how it begun
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| Written lifetimes ago (Lifetimes ago)
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| Saying You would arrive
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| Now You’re here to fill what that prophesied
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| The Creator and the Maker
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| Somehow sleeping in a manger
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| Was written on paper
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| Now here is our Christ
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| Written lifetimes ago
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| Saying You would arrive
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| Now You’re here to fill what that prophesied
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| The Creator and the Maker
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| Somehow sleeping in a manger
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| Was written on paper
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| Now here is our Christ
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| Here is our Savior
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| Here is our Christ |