Hope's Song

There's a story that started on Christmas
When a baby was born in the night
And those who came far, who followed this star
Were seeing a heavenly sight - a heavenly sight

Well, the years hurried by and the boy, now a man
Could make the blind see with the touch of His hand
He was born to be King, He was Rabbi & Priest
The best that He had, He gave to the least
He gave to the least

He was born and He died almost 2000 years ago
He laughed and He cried
He felt all the fears we know
But what does it matter, a story so strange?
And if it is true, what does it change?
What does it change?

Well, He spoke like a prophet, like no one they'd heard
Simple young carpenter, crowds hung on every word
He hated injustice, He taught what is right
He said, "I'm the way and the truth and the light"

His friends soon believed that truly He was the One
The Savior, Messiah, God's one and only Son
But others, they doubted, they did not agree
So they took Him, they tried Him
He died on a tree
He died on a tree

God has made a way for all who mourn and grieve
Death will never be the end if you just believe
There is nothing left to fear
Nothing heaven knows
For He died for us to give us life
And to give us hope, He rose
He died for us to give us life
And to give us hope, He rose