PICTURE THAT MANGER

FROM THE MANSIONS ETERNAL
TO A BED MADE OF HAY.
I CAN PICTURE THAT MANGER
WHERE THE NEWBORN KING LAY.

FROM THE PRIDE OF HIS HEAVEN
TO MY SIN AND MY SHAME,
I CAN HEAR MY SALVATION
IN THE SOUND OF HIS NAME.

I CAN PICTURE THREE WISEMEN
WITH THEIR JOURNEY COMPLETE
AND THE GIFTS THEY NOW OFFER
AS THEY KNEEL AT HIS FEET.

FROM MY DARK CHAINS OF PRISON
TO MY SALVATION FREE
I CAN PICTURE FORGIVENESS
WALKING THROUGH GALILEE.

I CAN PICTURE THAT MANGER
ON THE FIRST CHRISTMAS DAY
AND I KNOW WHAT GOD TRADED
FOR A WORLD GONE ASTRAY.

FROM THAT INNOCENT BABY
TO THE GUILT OF THE LOST
I CAN PICTURE THAT MANGER
AS IT SHADOWS THE CROSS.