Hope's Song

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 Even if it is true
What does it change? What does it change?

Though 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
They 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 never be the end
If you just believe
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