| In the crowded streets of this desert town
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| I’ve heard the rumor going 'round
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| But it doesn’t seem the time or place
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| For a Savior child to bring His grace
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| There’s too much trouble, greed and tears
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| Who could greet Him, conscience clear?
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| And who among us would believe
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| Till the trumpets sound His song
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| That the promised one has come
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| Then a star came out and the cattle low
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| And the street turned bright with a manger’s glow
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| I thought I heard the message clear that love has brought Him here
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| Who are these people, peasant poor
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| Who sit inside the stable door
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| Where is the sense in such a choice
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| What have we waited for
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| Seems a King should have much more
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| Then the star turned bright and the mother smiled
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| At this gift of life her precious child
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| I saw right then the message clear that love has brought Him here
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| Then the star came out and the cattle low
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| And the street shone bright with a manger’s glow
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| And this old world will one day know the love that’s brought Him here
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| The love that’s brought Him here
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| The love that’s brought Him here |