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LET YOUR WORD BE BORN
Written by La Fontaines
There was a tiny, simple stable,
All beaten, and worn;
Hardly a place for a King to be born;
He didn't choose some place special,
To reveal His Majesty;
So I know if I'll give Him control,
He'll be born in me.
CHORUS
Let Your Word be born
In the manger of my heart,
Let It live in me, let It start;
Live inside this house of clay,
And mold me everyday;
Let Your Word be born
In the manger of my heart.
Well, outwardly I'm nothing,
Not much to behold,
Unlikely the place
for His Word to unfold;
But if I'll just yield this vessel,
And let Him have His way;
From glory unto glory,
He'll change me day by day.