How can the hands which fashioned the stars
hold tight in so small a curl?
How can the one who designed our hearts
be formed in a humble girl?
Yet here in this birth
can be seen and heard,
and in him we know our God as he came to earth.
How can the true omnipotent king
submit to such humble fare?
How can the one whom the angels sing
hear songs in a stable bare?
Yet here in this tiny
is the_Eternal Flame
of the only God, our Father, our Lord Most High.
How can a gem so valu'bly priced
in setting so poor be placed?
How can the honoured anointed Christ
be destined for such disgrace?
Yet here in this stall
of our race restored
and redeemed us all, delivered us from sin's thrall.
How can God's fullness ever descend,
be emptied to enter man?
How can our intellects comprehend
the distance that he must span?
Yet here in this babe
all Godhead dwells!
Therefore all life's hells
are defeated now, they're vanquished and soon will fade.
Words and music copyright © John Hartley 2008.
All rights reserved.
Sheet music can be found at: this link.