We Remember

A mother, she walked
To give birth in a stall.
A Savior, He walked
To give life on a hill.

A father, he led
A mother, burdened with child.
The Father, He led
The Lamb, burdened with wood. 

The angels, they sang,
“Glory to God,”
The crowd, they jeered,
“Take Him away.”  

No room in the inn
To tender lay down,
A place on a cross 
To be lifted up.

Received by creation, 
Revered by the waves, 
Rejected by those 
That He’d come to save. 

Exhausted, He sighed, 
“It is finished!” He cried. 
Exalted, He rose, 
The King in repose. 

Rejected no more 
King eternal He reigns. 
We remember the babe 
Who’ll soon come again.