You and me, we use so very many clumsy words 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 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 light became alive And manna became man Eternity stepped into time So we could understand 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 was born the baby who would die to make it mine