Messy Christmas Lyrics

The journey was awfully tough

As if being pregnant wasn't hard enough

A hundred miles of burning dust

It was a messy Christmas

The labor was so intense

She felt the curse just like God had said

It wasn't the last time they'd crown his head

It was a messy Christmas

Well it wasn't Hollywood, and it wasn't picturesque

But our Maker is so good, to undertake our mess

What would you prefer? A king of iron nerve?

Well you can have your wish, I'll take the baby in the dirt.

The cattle shared the stall

And all they had was some/a swaddling cloth

The ground was caked in blood and straw

It was a messy Christmas

And it wasn't what we thought, No it wasn't on our list

But the power of our God, gets perfected in weakness

Well what would you prefer? A palace made of pearl?

Well you can have your wish, I'll take the baby in the dirt

Herod was never one

To share his power or be outdone

In the streets, Judah mourned their sons

It was a messy Christmas

And it wasn't all done up, like tinsel on the tree

For He is a man of sorrows, acquainted with our grief

But what would you prefer? A king of iron nerve?

Well you can have your wish, I'll take the baby in the dirt