Follow the star to a place unexpected 
Would you believe after all we’ve projected
A child in a manger

Lowly and small, the weakest of all

Unlikeliness hero, wrapped in his mother's shawl
Just a child

Is this who we’ve waited for? 

Cause how many kings, stepped down from their thrones?

How many lords have abandoned their homes? 

How many greats have become the least for me? 

How many Gods have poured out their hearts To romance a world that has torn all apart?

How many fathers gave up their sons for me?

Bringing our gifts for the newborn savior

All that we have whether costly or meek

Because we believe

Gold for his honor and frankincense for his pleasure

And myrrh for the cross he’ll suffer