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WHAT KIND OF GREATNESS can this be
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That chose to be made small?
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Exchanging untold majesty
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For a world so pitiful
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That God should come as one of us
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I'll never understand
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The more I hear the story told
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The more amazed I am
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Oh what else can I do
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But kneel and worship you
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And come just as I am
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My whole life an offering
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The One in whom we live and move
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In swaddling cloths lies bound
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The voice that cried ©ølet there be light©÷
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Asleep without a sound
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The One who strode among the stars
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And called each one by name
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Lies helpless in a mother's arms
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And must learn to walk again
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What greater love could he have shown
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To shamed humanity
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Yet human pride hates to believe
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In such deep humility
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But nations now may see his grace
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And know that he is near
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When his meek heart, his words, his works
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Are incarnate in us here
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WHAT KIND OF GREATNESS
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| Granhan Kendrick |
