The Glorious Impossible

See the Virgin is delivered

In a cold and crowded stall;

Mirror of the Father's glory

Lies beside her in the straw.

He is Mercy's incarnation

Marvel at this miracle!

For the Virgin gently holds

the Glorious Impossible.

Love has come to walk on water,

Turn the water into wine,

Touch the leper, bless the children

Love both human and divine.

Praise the wisdom of the Father

Who has spoken through his Son.

Speaking still, He calls us to

the Glorious Impossible.

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Glorious Impossible

He was bruised for our transgressions

And he bears eternal scars.

He was raised for our salvation

And his righteousness is ours.

Praise, oh, praise him, praise the glory

Of this lavished grace so full.

Lift your souls now and receive

the Glorious Impossible!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Glorious Impossible

Praise, oh, praise him, praise the glory

Of this lavish grace so full.

Lift your souls now and receive

the Glorious Impossible.

I thank the Lord for things that are beyond my comprehension, including (but not limited to) the Virgin birth, the sacrifice of His Son to cover sin for all time, and the fact that He chose me to be a recipient of His grace. The manger means nothing without the cross, and I thank God for both of them today.