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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anne Wilson
Anne Wilson
Vocals
Josh Turner
Josh Turner
Vocals
Jeff Pardo
Jeff Pardo
Piano
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Keyboards
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Rich Brinsfield
Rich Brinsfield
Bass
Court Clement
Court Clement
Electric Guitar
Nathan Dugger
Nathan Dugger
Acoustic Guitar
Tim Lauer
Tim Lauer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anne Wilson
Anne Wilson
Composer
Jeff Pardo
Jeff Pardo
Composer
Matthew West
Matthew West
Composer
Tim Lauer
Tim Lauer
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Pardo
Jeff Pardo
Producer
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Producer
Sean Moffitt
Sean Moffitt
Mixing Engineer
Jesse Brock
Jesse Brock
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Buckley Miller
Buckley Miller
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

They're puttin' decorations up in front of my old church The shepherds and the wise men and the hay There's Joseph and his Mary lookin' down at Heaven's birth And the angel's sayin', "Don't you be afraid" It makes me stop and think about how You showed up down here In a humble bed made of nails and wood You could have picked a palace, somethin' more fit for a King But then the story wouldn't be as good From the highest of the high To the lowest of the low That stable tells a story of the distance You will go For the lonely and the lost There's no sinner too far gone to find a Savior Lyin' in the manger There's a star up in the sky that's callin' all the least of these Come make Your way to where Your hope is found If I'm honest, some days I feel too far out of reach But the manger reminds me love reached down From the highest of the high To the lowest of the low That stable tells a story of the distance You will go For the lonely and the lost There's no sinner too far gone to find a Savior Lyin' in the manger You were carried by a manger and just thirty-three years later By a rugged cross made from nails and wood And the tears fill up my eyes, You didn't have to give Your life But then the story wouldn't be as good From the highest of the high To the lowest of the low That stable tells a story of the distance You will go For the lonely and the lost There's no sinner too far gone to find a Savior Lyin' in the manger Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head The stars in the sky looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay
Writer(s): Jeffrey Thomas Pardo, Matthew West, Anne Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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