Michael Card Follow

The noise of what we often say, is not worth being heard
When the Father's wisdom wanted to communicate His love
He spoke it in one final perfect word

He spoke the incarnation and then so was born the Son
His final word was Jesus, He needed no other one
Spoke flesh and blood, so He could bleed and make a way divine
And so was born the baby, who would die to make it mine

And so the Father's fondest thought, took on flesh and bone
He spoke the living luminous word, at once His will was done
And so the transformation, that in man had been unheard
Took place in God the Father as he spoke that final word

And so the light became alive and manna became man
Eternity stepped into time, so we could understand

The noise of what we often say, is not worth being heard
When the Father's wisdom wanted to communicate His love