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Where Shepherds lately knelt and kept the angel's word
I come in half belief, a pilgrim strangely stirred
But there is room, and welcome there for me
But there is room, and welcome there for me
In that unlikely place I find Him as they said
Sweet newborn babe, how frail! and in a manger bed
A still small voice, to cry one day for me
A still small voice, to cry one day for me
How should I not have known Isaiah would be there
His prophecies fulfilled
With pounding heart I stare
A child, a Son, the Prince of Peace for me
A child, a Son, the Prince of Peace for me
Can I, will I forget how love was born and burned...
..it's way into my heart, unasked, unforced, unearned
To die, to live, and not alone for me
For me
To die, To Live
And not alone for me