David Hill-歌词

Child of the Stables Secret Birth - RSVP Voices/David Hill

Child of the stable's secret birth

The Lord by right of the lords of earth

Let angels sing of a King newborn

The world is weaving a crown of thorn

A crown of thorn for that infant head

Cradled soft in the manger bed

Eyes that shine in the lantern's ray

A face so small in it's nest of hay

Face of a child who is born to scan

The world he made through the eyes of man

And from that face in the final day

Earth and heaven shall flee away

Voice that rang through the courts on high

Contracted now to a wordless cry

A voice to master the wind and wave

The human heart and the hungry grave

The voice of God through the cedar trees

Rolling forth as the sound of seas

Infant hands in a mother's hand

For none but Mary may understand

Whose are the hands and the fingers curled

But his who fashioned and made the world

And through these hands in the hour of death

Nails shall strike to the wood beneath

Child of the stable's secret birth

The Father's gift to a wayward earth

To drain the cup in a few short years

Of all our sorrows our sins and tears

Ours the prize for the road he trod

Risen with Christ at peace with God