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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anne Wilson
Vocals
Josh Turner
Vocals
Jeff Pardo
Piano
Jonathan Smith
Keyboards
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Rich Brinsfield
Bass
Court Clement
Electric Guitar
Nathan Dugger
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anne Wilson
Composer
Jeff Pardo
Composer
Matthew West
Composer
Tim Lauer
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Pardo
Producer
Jonathan Smith
Producer
Sean Moffitt
Mixing Engineer
Jesse Brock
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Buckley Miller
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They're puttin' decorations up in front of my old church
The shepherds and the wise men and the hay
There's Joseph and his Mary lookin' down at Heaven's birth
And the angel sayin', "Don't you be afraid"
[Verse 2]
It makes me stop and think about how You showed up down here
In a humble bed made of nails and wood
You could've picked a palace, somethin' more fit for a King
But then the story wouldn't be as good
[Chorus]
From the highest of the high to the lowest of the low
That stable tells a story of the distance You will go
For the lonely and the lost, there's no sinner too far gone
To find a Savior lyin' in the manger
[Verse 3]
There's a star up in the sky and it's callin' all the least of these
Come make your way to where your hope is found
If I'm honest, some days I feel too far out of reach
But the manger reminds me love reached down
[Chorus]
From the highest of the high to the lowest of the low
That stable tells a story of the distance You will go
For the lonely and the lost, there's no sinner too far gone
To find a Savior lyin' in the manger
[Instrumental]
Oh, oh, oh
[Bridge]
You were carried by a manger, and just thirty-three years later
By a rugged cross made from nails and wood
And the tears fill up my eyes, You didn't have to give Your life
But then the story wouldn't be as good
[Chorus]
From the highest of the high to the lowest of the low
That stable tells a story of the distance You will go
For the lonely and the lost, there's no sinner too far gone
To find a Savior lyin' in the manger
[Outro]
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay
Written by: Anne Wilson, Jeff Pardo, Matthew West