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Song Lyrics
You had a fine gift, a gift from above
The rose came with thorns, you embraced it with love
You carried your burden, you did it with joy
Your answer was yes, to that sweet baby boy
An unwedded mother, you were alone
But God's voice had spoken, you made it your own
People would whisper, others would stare
Some would bring judgement, but you didn't care
You made a fine choice, gladly and free
If you had resisted, where would we be?
What child is this who laid to rest, on Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, while shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King, whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste to bring him laud, the Babe, the Son of Mary!
You had a fine gift, a gift from above
The rose came with thorns, you embraced it with love
© 1998 First Step Publishing
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