We found one in a closet
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And one in a drawer
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There's no hiding place
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We won't find anymore
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We'd shake every present
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For any small clue
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Of what lies beneath the words
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"From me to you"
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But for every present left under a tree
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There are things that we hoped for
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And never received
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The years and the yearning
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Can make us forget
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To be filled with wonder
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Instead of regret
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But Christmas is calling again
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Leading us to Bethlehem
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Where a child is waiting for you
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When grown up dreams don't come true
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It sounds crazy, but a baby
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Can make us all children again
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When you want to forgive
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But the wound is so deep
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And you ache for forgiveness
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For the secrets you keep
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When the flower of your heart
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Only feels like a thorn
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And you long for the child
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That you were before
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But Christmas is calling again
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Leading you to Bethlehem
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Where a child is waiting for you
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When grown up dreams don't come true
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It sounds crazy, but a baby
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Can make us all children again
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Afraid of these strangers
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We circle the manger
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And kneel down beside it again
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But he wishes that we would crawl in
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Where a child is waiting for you
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When grown up dreams don't come true
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It sounds crazy, that baby
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Would ask for our hearts made of stone
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And then give us a heart like his own
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If we let him, he will begin
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To make us all children again
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We will be children again
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God wrapped a gift
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That he hid in the world
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Deep in the womb of an innocent girl
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When we were ready and on a dirt floor
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Love found a way in and left open the door
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Children Again
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| Jason Gray |
