Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Stick, A Carrot & String, artist - mewithoutYou. Album song It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All A Dream! It's Alright, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
A Stick, A Carrot & String |
The horse’s hay beneath his head |
Our Lord was born to a manger bed |
That all whose wells run dry |
Could drink of His supply |
To keep Him warm, the sheep drew near |
So grateful for His coming here |
Come with news of grace |
Come to take my place |
The donkey whispered in His ear |
«Child, in 30-some-odd years |
You’ll ride someone who looks like me |
Untriumphantly» |
The cardinals warbled a joyful song |
He’ll make right what man made wrong |
Bringing low the hills |
That the valleys might be filled |
Then «Child», asked the birds |
«Well, aren’t they lovely words we sing?» |
The tiny baby laid there |
Without saying anything |
At a distance stood a mangy goat |
With the crooked teeth and a matted coat |
Weary eyes and worn |
Chipped and twisted horns |
Thinking «maybe I’ll make friends someday |
With the cows and the hens and the rambouillet |
But for now, I’ll keep away |
I got nothing smart to say» |
There’s a sign on the barn |
In the cabbage town |
«when the rain picks up |
And the sun goes down |
Sinners, come inside |
With no money, come and buy |
No clever talk, nor a gift to bring |
Requires our lowly, lovely King |
Come now empty handed, you don’t need anything» |
And the night was cool |
And clear as glass |
With the sneaking snake in the garden grass |
Deep cried out to deep |
The disciples fast asleep |
And the snake perked up |
When he heard you ask |
«If you’re willing that |
This cup might pass |
We could find our way back home |
Maybe start a family all our own» |
«But does not the Father guide the Son? |
Not my will, but Yours be done |
What else here to do? |
What else me, but You?» |
And the snake who’d held the world |
A stick, a carrot and a string |
Was crushed beneath the foot |
Of your not wanting anything |