Well, some things are plain to clear eyes
Some gifts go completely unrecognized
We're shackled to hate and bound up by fear
Straining to see my face in the mirror

Yeah, I once knew a man who left town on the run
He went looking for joy, but joy didn't come
So let Your name with praise be adorned
Sing, angel choirs, for Jesus is born

I'm picking through pieces of yesterday's boasting
Hold them up to the light and examine them closely
My love is a field that the weeds have grown up in
My earth is all scorched with my wreckage and ruin

The cup is tarnished, but the wine is true
Only the finest
200 proof
So let Your name with praise be adorned
Sing, angel choirs, for Jesus is born

Holy Mary, meek and mild
Full of the Spirit, full with child
Stumble around through the message each year
So open these eyes
Open these ears