I think, therefore I write. I write what God is teaching me as a Student of the Word in an obscure part of rural Ontario.
Follow the star to a place unexpectedWould you believe, after all we've projected,A child in a manger?Lowly and small, the weakest of allUnlikeliest hero, wrapped in his mother's shawl -Just a child -Is this who we've waited for?'cause...How many kings step down from their thrones?How many lords have abandoned their homes?How many greats have become the least for me?And how many gods have poured out their heartsTo romance a world that is torn all apartHow many fathers gave up their sons for me?Bringing our gifts for the newborn SaviorAll that we have, whether costly or meekBecause we believe.Gold for his honor, and frankincense for his pleasureAnd myrrh for the cross he will suffer.Do you believe?Is this who we've waited for?All for me...All for you...
Very cool.Love this song.And it's true. How many would? It doesn't make any sense that God did. Like I've said before, if I was God I would have leveled everything and started over.
Remember that you will give an account for every word. Respond with wisdom and grace, please.