His love, went on longing His love, went on reaching Right past the shackles of my mind Then the word of the Father Became Mary's little son And His love reached all the way to where I was
And so, this great creator who'd been reaching all along This God who formed the world with his own hands Made love become a baby, one of our very own And spoke His word so we could understand
His love went on longing His love went on reaching Right past the shackles of my mind Then the word of the father Became Mary's little son And his love reached all the way to where I was
Reaching. Longing Longing. And Searching And the longing and the reaching Became Mary's little son And his love reached all the way to where I was
