| In the beginning there was the Word
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| Pure love was spoken to reach every man
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| They stopped and listened but all that they heard
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| Was language that they could not understand
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| No joy, no peace, no hope in sight
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| So He came with starlight and love in His eyes
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| No regal welcome for His infant cries
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| There have been many babies to become a king
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| But only one King became a baby
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| He left behind His throne of pure light
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| Gave up His crown that we might be free
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| He chose a manger that Bethlehem night
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| And reaching through time and space He saw me
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| With no joy, no peace, no hope in sight
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| So He came with starlight and love in His eyes
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| No regal welcome for His infant cries
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| There have been many babies to become a king
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| But only one King became a baby
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| He could have chosen to break through the sky
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| With anthem and angel wing
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| But He knew we’d understand a baby’s cry
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| And learn love from a servant King
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| So He came with starlight and love in His eyes
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| No regal welcome for His infant cries
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| There have been so many babies to become a king
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| Only one King, one King became a baby |