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 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