Miracle of That Morn

Words and Music by Karen Maucher © 2003

The voice that called into being, all that created the earth,
Now cries for his food when hungry – unable to speak simple words.
And the one who never slumbers, now sleeps so deep and so long
He who’s as old as forever – lies brand new in her arms.

CHORUS:
Oh from majesty to manhood – Lord I just don’t understand
How you could leave your glory and be encased in simple man
For you to see me mended, I first had to see you torn
And it started at the manger, oh the miracle of that morn.

So what am I to do, knowing I of this great feat?
Should I walk away untouched or sing praises in the street?
For If you can go from light to the darkness of the womb,
I can leave behind all darkness and follow after you.

CHORUS

And it started at the manger, oh the miracle of that morn.