Reaching

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 wasAnd 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 understandHis 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 wasReaching. 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