In a land far away, time stood still long ago
There were shepherds in fields or at least
This is how the story goes, the story goes
Woman with Child and an inn with no room
Born in a manger foretelling a tomb
This is how the story goes
But it’s more than a fable, and it’s more than a fairytale
And more than my mind can conceive
I believe the wisemen saw
The baby boy the angels called the Son of God
Heaven’s Child, the great I Am
Born to take away my sin through nail-pierced hands
Emmanuel has come
I believe
Two thousand years, still the story lives on
God’s gift to us sent to earth wrapped in flesh
His only Son, His only Son
And the heartbeat of Heaven confounded our wisdom
But it’s still the simple truth that set me free
I believe the wisemen saw
The baby boy the angels called the Son of God
Heaven’s child, the great I Am
Born to take away my sin through nail-pierced hands
Emmanuel has come
And I believe
Precious child, how can it be that
God’s great plan for history
Would send You to the lonely tree
That You would come for one like me
I believe in a cross
I believe He came for one, He came for all
Heaven’s Child became a Man
He gave His life for me in spite of all I am
I believe
I believe, oh, I believe
Christmas lives in me
I believe
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