The Journey - Gary Bricault, December 1998

Vs. 1
The gift of God foretold to us, by prophets in days of old.
Out of the seed of Isreal's race, a mighty King would rise.
From a distant land we've traveled far, a long and a weary road.
A mother and a child on the road to Bethlehem, a time so long ago.

Vs 2.
O little town of Bethlehem, what miracle waits for thee?
No room in the inn for a mother to bear the Son on Man this night.
A manger would His cradle be, while all the beasts kept watch.
And the angles sang the message of His birth into the fields, 
while shepherds watched their flocks. 

Vs 3.
The baby grew into a man, who told of the Father's love. 
He traveled the roads with the people He loved, the journey to Calvary. 
He died for you, He died for me. He rose and He lives today.
From the Kingdom of God He waits to begin, His journey into our hearts.


Music and Lyrics by Gary Bricault
Copyright (c), 1998
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