From swaddling clothes,
earth and heaven knows,
he left a mark that never fades,
from dusty , rocky, roads and trails,
to rusty, bitter hammered nails,
he lived and died and lives again and I've got to say,
that I've been left with his WORD and a soul that's saved,
and a thankful heart filled with the love I craved,
and all the humbleness a king should show,
on a star lit night wrapped in swaddling clothes.