Start with an infant world
And an open sky
On a perfect day
Breath from the mouth of God
Sends a quiver through
His design of clay
And it is good
And it is good

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Wake to a girl beside
Here's a hand to hold
And never go away
Now taste the forbidden fruit
Make your poor excuse
Feel the wall of shame
And run and hide
And run and hide

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Child in a manger bed
See the virgin smile
(Though she understood)
Now grow up and break Your bread
Pour Your cup of wine
On a cross of wood
A cross of wood
A cross of wood

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Time, twenty centuries
There's a boy on his knees
At the river's edge
Now plunge, with his guilty stains,
In the cleansing waves
And wash his sins away
Oh happy day!
Oh happy day!
Oh happy day!
Oh happy day!

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