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