The Manger

Writers: Matthew West, Jeffrey Thomas Pardo, Anne Wilson

They're puttin' decorations up in front of my old church
The shepherds and the wise men and the hay
There's Joseph and his Mary lookin' down at Heaven's birth
And the angel's sayin', "Don't you be afraid"
It makes me stop and think about how You showed up down here
In a humble bed made of nails and wood
You could have picked a palace, somethin' more fit for a King
But then the story wouldn't be as good

From the highest of the high
To the lowest of the low
That stable tells a story of the distance You will go
For the lonely and the lost
There's no sinner too far gone to find a Savior
Lyin' in the manger

There's a star up in the sky that's callin' all the least of these
Come make Your way to where Your hope is found
If I'm honest, some days I feel too far out of reach
But the manger reminds me love reached down
You were carried by a manger and just thirty-three years later
By a rugged cross made from nails and wood
And the tears fill up my eyes, You didn't have to give Your life
But then the story wouldn't be as good