mewithoutYou – A Stick A Carrot And String (Guitar)

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The horse's hay beneath his head

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Our Lord was born to a manger bed

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That all whose wells run dry

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Could drink of His supply

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To keep Him warm, the sheep drew near

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So grateful for His coming here

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Come with news of grace

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Come to take my place

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The donkey whispered in His ear

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"Child, in 30-some-odd years

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You'll ride someone who looks like me

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Untriumphantly"

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The cardinals warbled a joyful song

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He'll make right what man made wrong

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Bringing low the hills

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That the valleys might be filled

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Then "Child", asked the birds

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"Well, aren't they lovely words we sing?"

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The tiny baby laid there

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Without saying anything

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At a distance stood a mangy goat

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With the crooked teeth and a matted coat

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Weary eyes and worn

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Chipped and twisted horns

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Thinking "maybe I'll make friends someday

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With the cows and the hens and the rambouillet

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But for now, I'll keep away

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I got nothing smart to say"

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There's a sign on the barn in the cabbage town

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"When the rain picks up and the sun goes down

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Sinners, come inside

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With no money, come and buy

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No clever talk, nor a gift to bring

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Requires our lowly, lovely King

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Come now empty handed, you don't need anything"

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And the night was cool and clear as glass

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With the sneaking snake in the garden grass

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Deep cried out to deep

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The disciples fast asleep

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And the snake perked up when he heard you ask

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"If you're willing that this cup might pass

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We could find our way back home

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Maybe start a family all our own"

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"But does not the Father guide the Son?

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Not my will, but Yours be done

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What else here to do?

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What else me, but You?"

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And the snake who'd held the world

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A stick, a carrot and a string

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Was crushed beneath the foot

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of your not wanting anything

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