Love is not proud, love does not boast
Love after all, matters the most
Love does not run, love does not hide
Love does not keep locked inside
Love is the river that flows through
Love never fails you
Empty manger, perfect stranger, about to be born
Into darkness, sadness, desperate madness, creation so torn
We were so lost on earth, no peace, no worth, no way to escape
In fear, no faith, no hope, no grace, and no light
But that was the night before Christmas
You live among the least of these
The weary and the weak
And it would be a tragedy
For me to turn away
All my needs You have supplied
When I was dead You gave me life
How could I not give it away so freely?
I was born in Tennessee
Late July humidity
Doctor’s said I was lucky to be alive
I’ve been trouble since the day that I got here
Trouble to the day that I disappeared
That’ll be the day that I finally get it right
