F7      C       Em

[Verse 1]
F7                                                 C             Em
Frozen statues in the cold, washed in moonlight blue and gold.
F7                                             Am          G
Mary's babe in plastic hay, quiet wonder on her face.
F7                                                C           Em
Mary, you look so serene, far too pretty, much too clean.
F7                                                         C            Em
We might think we know you well, but what stories would you tell?
            F                   Am         C            Em
Of all the dirt and dust and shame, every burning labor pain,
         F              C             G
And as I turn to walk away, I hear you say...

[Chorus]
     F        G
I am real.
           Am                   F
Don't turn me into memory or myth.
          F        G
Let me be real. 
            Am                              F
And I'll show you what it means to love like this.
        F
To be real.

[Interlude]
F7              C       Em

[Verse 2]
F7                                                    C         Em
Shepherds bending to the ground, Bethlehem is safe and sound.
F7                                                         C             Em
Joseph, you look brave and true, but do we know what it was like to be you?
         F7                 Am            C                Em
How many sleepless nights awake found you desperate and afraid?
         F7             C             G
And as I turn to walk away, I hear you say...

[Chorus]
     F        G
I am real.
           Am                   F
Don't turn me into memory or myth.
          F        G
Let me be real,  
            Am                              F
And I'll show you what it means to love like this.

[Bridge]
             Dm                             C
To love like you don't even care about the hurry and the hussle,
     Dm                        C
Like you are unaware December comes with so much trouble

      Dm                       C                   
Cause you believe a baby came not in paintings or in plays
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But every minute, every hour, every day.

        C        Em          Am         Em
To be real,         real

[Chorus]
         F        G
You are real
Am                                F
Show us what it means to love like this.
        F
To be real
        G
To be real
             F
More than a memory,
              G
More than a story.
 
  F
Real