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| Matt. 2:10 |
Looking for a reason to live
Through tear-covered lenses
Longing for a voice to explain
What my soul cannot express.
And the barricade of past regrets
With shackles made by bitterness
Have walled me in this prison deep
Falling victim to its deadly sleep.
Is there a droplet of hope
Amidst the ruins I do lie in?
These ashes that I hold
Are just remains of my dreams.
Then faint echoes of my childhood years
Repeat messages when God came near
Jesus' love came down in infant form
To love and die for those who scorned.
He is the Prince of Peace
For the soul bound with torment
He is the Creator of all
When destruction's all you see.
There's not a portion of your life
He can't redeem and bring out beauty
Not a place where sin's too dark
That His Light of grace can't reach.
Then the barricades of past regrets
Become memorials to His tenderness
And shackles from that prison deep
Will lie broken as you've been set free.
You'll find a reason to live
Through the eyes of your Savior
You'll have a voice to explain
How your soul has been possessed...
By the love sent down from heaven
A Father's gift for all mankind,
Eternal life lay in that manger
Behold the joy at Christmas time.
