Let Your Word Be Born

There was a tiny, simple stable,

Old, beaten, and worn;

Hardly a place

For a King to be born;

He didn't choose

Some place special,

To reveal His Majesty;

So I know if I'll give Him control,

He'll be born in me.

Let Your Word be born

In the manger of my heart,

Let It live in me, let It start;

Live inside this house of clay,

And mold me everyday;

Let Your Word be born

In the manger of my heart.

Well, outwardly I'm nothing,

Not much to behold,

Unlikely the place

for His Word to unfold;

But if I'll just yield this vessel,

And let Him have His way;

From glory unto glory,

He'll change me day by day.

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