I
It was a tiny simple stable All beaten and worn
Hardly a place for a King to be born
He didn’t choose some special place
To reveal His majesty
So I know if I’ll give Him control
He’ll be born in me.
Chorus
Let Your Word be born in the manger of my heart
Let it live in me, Let it start
Live inside this house of clay and mold it everyday
Let Your Word be born in the manger of my heart
II
Outwardly I’m nothing Not much to behold
Unlikely the place For His word to unfold
But if I’ll just yield this vessel And let Him have His way
From glory unto glory He’ll change me day by day
