It actually happened.
to the newborn Son of God.
He raises a wrinkled hand, through the dust and the flies. Wrapped in rags like we are, and with barely open eyes, he takes my finger; and he won’t let go. He won’t let go–it’s nothing like I knew before, and it’s all I need to know.
Come, let us adore him–he has come down to the world we live in. And all I have to give Him, is adoration. God is with us here. Our Immanuel!
God is with us here–
O come let us
Jesus, our Immanuel, is with us here
and He won’t let go!
Come, let us adore him–he has come down to this barren land, where we live.
And all I have to give Him…