John Mark McMillan - Baby Son Lyrics
We thought you'd come with a crown of goldA string of pearls and a cashmere robeWe thought you'd clinch an iron fistAnd rain like fire on the politicsBut without a sword, no armored guardBut common born in mother's armsThe government now rests uponThe shoulders of this baby sonHave you no room inside your heartThe inn is full, the out is darkUpon profane shines sacred sunNot ashamed to be one of usWithout a sword, no armored guardBut common born in mother's armsThe government now rests uponThe shoulders of this baby sonGloria, AlleluChrist the LordWe've longed for You[x4]