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Words to this song (You're hearing the whole thing!):
A pile of straw beneath his head
Was all that the Christ-child did know.
A feather pillow upon my bed
Reminds me of how I'm blessed so.
Born in a stable
To parents unable
To find a room for the night.
But I with my credit
Am able to get it.
Somehow it just doesn't seem right.
CHORUS:
And the child still weeps.
Yes, the child still weeps.
Oh, the child still weeps.
Weeps for you.
A host of angels in nearby fields
Drew shepherds the Christ-child to see.
Ten thousand angels with golden shields,
As one of the saints, protect me.
Kings from afar
Were led by a star
To give rich gifts to the heir.
But He gave to me
Life's blood on a tree.
Somehow it just doesn't seem fair?
REPEAT CHORUS
A crown of thorns upon his head
Was all that Messiah did know.
The Bible resting beside my bed
Reminds me of how I'm blessed so.
Born in a stable
My Jesus was able
To pay my debt on a cross.
And I with my sin
Am cleansed from within.
With Him I still cry for the lost.
REPEAT CHORUS
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