There’s something stirring
Creation’s longing
Unfolding glory of this King.
Born in a manger
Scorned by creation
Died and rose to make us free
Mystery, now revealed
Christ in me, we are healed
Can it be
That I am free?
That I can see?
How high, how wide, how beautiful
Your grace that covers all of my sin
How deep, how vast, how wonderful
This mystery of love
In Christ I live
So let these words be not so empty
But filled with passion for Your heart
A heart that beats for
A world that’s turned from
A Love and Grace that makes them free