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What kind of greatness



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What kind of greatness

can this be?

That chose to be made small,

exchanging untold majesty

for a world so pitiful?

That God should come

as one of us

I’ll never understand -

the more I hear the story told,

the more amazed I am.



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Oh, what else can I do

but kneel and worship You

and come just as I am,

my whole life an offering.



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The One in whom

we live and move

in swaddling cloths lies bound.

The voice that cries

‘Let there be light!’,

asleep without a sound.

The One who strode

among the stars,

and called each one by name,

lies helpless in a mother’s arms

and must learn to walk again.



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What greater love

could He have shown

to shamed humanity?

Yet human pride

hates to believe

in such deep humility

But nations now

may see His grace

and know that He is near,

when His meek heart,

His words, His works

are incarnate in us here.



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Oh, what else can I do

but kneel and worship You

and come just as I am,

my whole life an offering.

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