God makes the world
And the world makes a choice
And the choice isn’t good and we fall
We make our own way
And the way that we go
Goes to nowhere but death for us all

He could have just started over
Left us alone in the dark
But our God is not like that
He wants his family back
He’s had a plan from the start

And this is the story of stories
This is the mystery of old
This is the glory of glories
All that exists, comes down to this
Newborn baby boy

God has a love
And the love overcomes
'Cause it comes down to live in our skin
Yeah he makes his home
In the flesh and the bones
We will break when we crucify him

He could have said: I'm not going
Decided enough was enough
But our God is not like that
He wants his family back
There’s just no stopping his love

And this is the story of stories
This is the mystery of old
This is the glory of glories
All that exists, comes down to this
Newborn baby boy

He is the story of stories
He is the mystery of old
He is the glory of glories
All that exists, comes down to this
Newborn baby boy