His love went on longing
His love went on reaching
Right past the shackles of my mind
And the Word of the Father
Became Mary's little Son
And His love reached all the way to where I was

And so, this great Creator
Who'd been reaching all along
This God who formed the world with His own hands
Made love become a baby
One of our very own
And spoke His words so we could understand

His love went on longing
His love went on reaching
Right past the shackles of my mind
And the Word of the Father
Became Mary's litte Son
And His love reached all the way to where I was

Reaching, longing
Longing and searching

And the longing and the reaching
Became Mary's little Son
And His love reached all the way to where I was