His love is longing
And His love is 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 in worlds of our own minds
It is His love that turns our chaos into joy

His love is longing
And His love is 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

Reaching, longing
Longing and searching
And the Word of the Father
Because Mary’s little Son
And His love reached all the way
To where I was