(CHORUS:)
Like a stone on the surface
of a still river
Driving the ripples on forever
Redemption rips through the
surface of time
In the cry of a tiny babe
The child is born in the fullness
of time
Three wise astrologers take
note of the signs
Come to pay their respects
to the fragile little king
Get pretty close to wrecking
everything
'Cause the governing body
of the whole land
Is that of Herod, a paranoid
man
Who when he hears there's
a baby born King of the Jews
Sends death squads to kill
all male children under two
But that same bright angels
warns the parents in a dream
And they head out for the
border and get away clean
(Chorus)
There are others who know about
this miracle birth
The humblest of people catch
a glimpse of their worth
For it isn't to the palace
that the Christ child comes
But to shepherds and street
people, hookers and bums
And the message is clear if
you've got ears to hear
That forgiveness is given
for your guilt and your fear
It's a Christmas gift you
don't have to buy
There's a future shining in
a baby's eyes
(Chorus)
(Toronto, March 1, 1990)
Marco Giunco |
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