You dwelt in heaven from eternity past
You are the first. You are the last.
The Word made flesh. You lived among us.
Came as a baby. Came to save us.
Sweet infant brow will one day be pierced with thorns
That day the Father will turn his head from his own
That day Life will bow in death
Only to be raised like leaven bread
Little child beneath a star
We know who you are
Though once veiled before our eyes
By grace we see and also come alive
Little child whom wise men seek
They brought him gifts
With hearts noble and meek
We too should honor this King of Kings
With gifts of love to Him we bring
Born to die this sacrificial Lamb
Born in a stable the Great I Am
