Where Are You Now?
We heard the words the angels gave,
“Fear not, you'll bear a son.”
Where are you now, Emmanuel,
God's own anointed one?
They said that you'll forever rule.
We thought this was good news.
So where is he who then was born
To be the king of Jews?
And you, Oh Bethlehem, are not
The least of all the clans,
For out of you shall come a King
To shepherd all the lands.
We saw those wise men worship you
And give you gold, and myrrh;
But then they left, and then she left,
We should have gone with her.
For eight and twenty years we wept.
And echoed Rachel's cry:
The other mothers weeping for
our sons who then did die.
The stars are shining bright tonight
Just like they were back then.
An echo on the wind yet sings
God's glory once again.
Where are you now, Emmanuel,
The son of God, above.
We need your word, we need your touch,
We need your perfect love.
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