Messy Christmas
The journey was awfully tough
As if being pregnant wasn't hard enough
A hundred miles of burning dust
It was a messy Christmas
The labor was so intense
She felt the curse just like God had said
It wasn't the last time they'd crown his head
It was a messy Christmas
Well it wasn't Hollywood, and it wasn't picturesque
But our Maker is so good, to undertake our mess
What would you prefer? A king of iron nerve?
Well you can have your wish, I'll take the baby in the dirt.
The cattle shared the stall
The ground was caked in blood and straw
It was a messy Christmas
And it wasn't what we thought, No it wasn't on our list
But the power of our God, gets perfected in weakness
Well what would you prefer? A palace made of pearl?
Well you can have your wish, I'll take the baby in the dirt
Herod was never one
To share his power or be outdone
In the streets, Judah mourned their sons
It was a messy Christmas
And it wasn't all done up, like tinsel on the tree
For He is a man of sorrows, acquainted with our grief
But what would you prefer? A king of iron nerve?
Well you can have your wish, I'll take the baby in the dirt
As if being pregnant wasn't hard enough
A hundred miles of burning dust
It was a messy Christmas
The labor was so intense
She felt the curse just like God had said
It wasn't the last time they'd crown his head
It was a messy Christmas
Well it wasn't Hollywood, and it wasn't picturesque
But our Maker is so good, to undertake our mess
What would you prefer? A king of iron nerve?
Well you can have your wish, I'll take the baby in the dirt.
The cattle shared the stall
The ground was caked in blood and straw
It was a messy Christmas
And it wasn't what we thought, No it wasn't on our list
But the power of our God, gets perfected in weakness
Well what would you prefer? A palace made of pearl?
Well you can have your wish, I'll take the baby in the dirt
Herod was never one
To share his power or be outdone
In the streets, Judah mourned their sons
It was a messy Christmas
And it wasn't all done up, like tinsel on the tree
For He is a man of sorrows, acquainted with our grief
But what would you prefer? A king of iron nerve?
Well you can have your wish, I'll take the baby in the dirt
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Writer(s): Andrew Connell
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