His love went on longing And His love went on reaching; Right past the shackles of my mind And the Word of the Father Became Mary’s little Son; And His love reached all the way To where I was.
His love went on longing And His love went on reaching; Right past the shackles of my mind And the Word of the Father Became Mary’s little Son; And His love reached all the way To where I was.
Love has always been here, In the chaos of our world, It was the Word that echoed through the formless void; And whether in the universe or worlds of our own minds, It’s God’s love that turns our chaos into joy.
Longing, reaching, reaching and searching And the longing and the reaching Became Mary’s little Son And His love reached all the way to where I was. All the way to where I was.