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There’s a story that started on Christmas
When a baby was born in the night
And those who came far, who followed the star
Were seeing a heavenly sight
A heavenly sight
Well, the years hurried by, and the boy, now a man
Could make the blind see with a touch of His hand
He was born to be King, He was Rabbi and Priest
But the best that He had, He gave to the least
He gave to the least
He was born and He died almost 2,000 years ago
He laughed and He cried, He felt all the fears we know
But what does it matter? A story so strange
And if it is true, what does it change
What does it change?
Well, He spoke like a prophet – like no one they’d heard
This simple young carpenter, crowds hung on every word
He hated injustice; He taught what is right
He said, “I’m the way, and the truth, and the light.”
His friends soon believed that truly He was the One
The Savior, Messiah, God’s one and only Son.
But others, they doubted; they did not agree
So they took Him, the tried Him, He died on a tree
He died on a tree.
God has made a way
For all who mourn and grieve
Death will nev - er be the end
If you just be-lieve.
There is nothing left to fear
Nothing Heaven knows
For He died for us to give us life
And to give us hope He rose
He died for us to give us life
And to give us hope, He rose.