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Dustin Kensrue (covering mewithoutyou) - A Stick , a Carrot & String

We played this song on Christmas morning as a part of our call to worship. It is a beautiful reminder that Christ comes to fulfill the law and to die so we don’t have to. Christ the King doesn’t come to give us a new list of rules to follow but rather gives us himself.

We changed the lyrics at the end of the 11th stanza for the sake of clarity. Printed below is the version we sang.

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The horse’s hay beneath his head,                    
our Lord was born to a manger bed               
that all whose wells run dry
could drink of his supply.

To keep him warm, the sheep drew near
so grateful for His coming here;          
Come with news of grace.
Come to take my place.

A donkey whispered in his ear,
“Child, in 30-some-odd years
you’ll ride someone who looks like me,
untriumphantly.”

While the cardinals warbled a joyful song,
“He’ll make right what man made wrong,
bringing low the hills
that the valleys might be filled.”

Then “Child”, asked the birds,
“Well, aren’t they lovely words we sing?”
the tiny baby lay there
without saying anything

At a distance stood a mangy goat
with crooked teeth and a matted coat,
weary eyes and worn,
chipped and twisted horns.

Thinking, “Maybe I’ll make friends someday
with the cows and the hens and the rambouillet
but for now, I’ll keep away
I’ve got nothing smart to say.”

There’s a sign on the barn in the cabbage town                
“When the rain picks up and the sun goes down,
sinners, come inside
with no money, come and buy.

No clever talk, nor a gift to bring
requires our lowly, lovely King.
Come you, empty handed,
you don’t need anything.”

And the night was cool and clear as glass
with the sneaking snake in the garden grass.
Deep cried out to deep,
the disciples fast asleep.

And the snake perked up when he heard You ask
“If you’re willing that this cup might pass,
[knowing what I have to do,
knowing what I will go through.”]

“But does not the Father guide the Son?
Not my will, but yours be done.
What else here to do?
What else for me, but You?”

And the snake who’d held the world,
a stick a carrot and a string,
was crushed beneath the foot
of your not wanting, anything!