Ordinary

Time for some song lyrics again:

That’s the way he planned it, maybe,
Anything but common would have kept Him apart.
From the children that He came to rescue,
Limited to some elite view,
when He was the only child who asked to be born.

And He came to us with eyes wide open,
knowing how we’re hurt and broken,
Choosing to partake of all our joys and pain.
He was just an ordinary baby,
That’s the way he planned it maybe,
So that we would come to him and not be afraid.

He was ordinary with exception
of miraculous conception.
Both his birth and death he planned from the start;
But between his entrance and his exit
was a life that has affected
everyone who’s walked the earth to this very day.

With no airs of condescension
he became God’s pure extension,
Giving you and me the chance to be remade.

He was just an ordinary baby;
That’s the way he planned it maybe,
so that we would come to him and not be afraid.

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