Love, In Its Purest Form
Love,
In its purest form
Heaven sent,
Manger born
You know the story
God, seated in glory
Manifested himself in flesh
To give us glory
Born,
That we may be eternally blessed
Yes, that’s just it
He came down,
To spare our expense
As a man
But first, as a babe
He lay,
In a manger of hay
To show,
Me the lengths, He’d go
To retrieve
His people, from sin
Even when,
There was no room in the inn
He came
To redeem
Offering redemption
Standing in the gap,
For death,
Which was our distinction
He came,
That through His sacrifice
The world would be saved
…That’s love,
Pure
Patiently waiting, for His people to mature
As He has given us a choice
Given us the key
Given us His word, to heed
If only we, would listen to His still voice,
Saying, “You’re Free”
Free to live
By the example He portrayed
That we’re more than just
Lumps of dirt and clay
In the sense that we have,
Purpose
Just as He had,
As He came,
From heaven, to earth, to the grave
And ascending, back to the heavens above,
…That’s love,
And on this day, we celebrate
Glory to God in the highest, we exalt His holy name
Emmanuel, Emmanuel
We praise Him, in the same
Because just like those Three Wisemen
I have to see His face,
Feel His warm embrace
Just as He embraced humanity,
Born, to change our eternal fate
Just as He embraced our destiny,
When He conquered death in the grave
Only to give us life
By way of His mercy and grace
Oh how great, He must be
King, and carpenter
God and man
Exalted and crucified
The Great I Am
How great is He
That He came
To set the captives free
The likes of you and me
Dead, until he revived us again
Again and again
Alleluia, my soul sings,
From the outside in
Melodies of joy and peace
‘Tis the season of giving,
As God has given so much to us
In its purest form,
God gave us,
Love
Copyright © Jordan Brazell | Year Posted 2011
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