Lyrics and Longings

In Bethlehem, King David's town
a stable proved enough
as God revealed our rescue plan:
found in a feeding trough.
Empty of all but love divine,
born through a mother’s pain,
the Prince of Peace became like us
to free us from our sin.

What whispered prayers did Mary make
within that holy place
as he who saw creation spark
now sees his mother’s face?
What promises did heaven hear, 
what prophecies were said,
within that hallowed resting place
as Jesus laid his head?

Heaven’s servant Son lay in the straw
- our Saviour come to die -
while angels sang and shepherds ran
and starlight filled the sky.
Not clinging to his rights as God
he claimed a humble home;
this moment when the earth was blessed
to see God’s glory come.

Beyond the stable and the cross
he comes to us again:
exalted now to God’s right hand
yet present in our pain.
Immanuel, we sing for joy,
yet hold our broken world
and long for heaven’s peace to rule:
your Bethl'em grace unfurled.