I wish I'd heard the angels' song
I wish I'd seen the star;
I never saw the wise men
As they traveled from afar.
I didn't touch the colts or lambs
I couldn't smell the hay;
I didn't see the baby
In the manger where he lay.
But, one day, I did hear his voice
And heard that Jesus came;
And, God then granted me the right
To trust in his dear name.
And, now, the truth of that great birth
Is, oh, so real to me;
For he was born within my heart
And he has set me free.
And, now I have my own new words
To join the angels' lines;
The savior's still alive today
And he is truly mine.
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