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Song Lyrics You had a fine gift, a gift from above The rose came with thorns, you embraced it with love You carried your burden, you did it with joy Your answer was yes, to that sweet baby boy An unwedded mother, you were alone But God's voice had spoken, you made it your own People would whisper, others would stare Some would bring judgement, but you didn't care You made a fine choice, gladly and free If you had resisted, where would we be? What child is this who laid to rest, on Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, while shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King, whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to bring him laud, the Babe, the Son of Mary! You had a fine gift, a gift from above The rose came with thorns, you embraced it with love © 1998 First Step Publishing
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