Michael Card The Final Word
You and me, we use so very many clumsy words
The noise of what we often say is not worth being heard
When the Father's Wisdom wanted to communicate His love
He spoke it in one final perfect Word.
Chorus...
He spoke the incarnation and then so was born the Son,
His final word was Jesus, He needed no other one
Spoke flesh and blood so He could bleed and make a way divine,
And so was born the Baby who would die to make it mine.
And so the Father's fondest thought took on flesh and bone,
He spoke the living luminist word, at once His will was done,
And so the transformation that in man had been unheard
Took place in God the Father as He spoke that final word.
Chorus...
And so the Light became alive and manner became man,
Eternity stepped into time so we could understand.
Chorus...
And so was born the Baby who would die to make it mine.
