Immanuel

Immanuel, the prophets have foretold your time on earth.

Immanuel, all Israel awaits your coming birth.

The Star of Jacob shall soon rise,

To free the prisoner and heal the blind man’s eyes.

Immanuel.

‘Til Gabriel came, I never knew that such a thing could be.

And even now, I marvel that our God has chosen me

To be the mother of the Savior of man.

I’ll teach you love, though I can never change the plan.

Immanuel.

Like any mother, I long to hold and kiss those tiny hands.

And yet I know, they must be pierced before you break death’s bands.

The prophecies have shown, before you reach your throne,

You must face the darkness, you must be betrayed,

You must be forsaken, left alone, Immanuel.

Immanuel.

The depth of Father’s love is shown in that he sent his firstborn son, it’s true.

It’s hard I know, because (remember) you are my firstborn too.

Soon I shall hold you in my arms, beneath the promised shining star,

And men will come to worship you from near and far.

Immanuel.

But none shall love you as I do. My arms ache to cradle you.

Oh, my darling baby I love you, already.

Your mother, Dear, is waiting….

O come, O come, O come – (soon!)

Immanuel.