| None seemed to notice the man beside the road
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| He was just a raged soldier out there in the cold
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| But he seemed to have a purpose only known to him
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| As he walked along the streets that night through the town of Bethlahem
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| In his head he held a memory of all the wars he’d known
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| In his hand he clutched a medal for the bravery he’d shown
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| And the weight of every battle he caried in his heart
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| But his eyes were clear and searching for a manger in the dark
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| Some are born to greatness, some are born to fall
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| Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all
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| But we’re all born to know Him and stand befor His light
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| Like the soldier who found his king tonight
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| He had marched for politicians, served under their command
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| And he fought for all the causes that he did not understand
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| But it was something deep inside him now that led him on his way
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| With a single star to guide him to were the baby lay
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| Some are born to greatness, some are born to fall
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| Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all
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| But we’re all born to know Him and stand befor His light
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| Like the soldier who found his king tonight
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| He stood before the Son of God, come to pay our debt
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| He smiled up at the soldier that the world would soon forget
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| So he held out his medal and said this for you I bring
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| There he swore aligiance to the newborn baby King
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| Some are born to greatness, some are born to fall
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| Some are bound to be forgotten like they never lived at all
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| But we’re all born to know Him and stand befor His light
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| Like the soldier who found his king tonight… |