My Savior was born a refugee Was hunted in his own country From heaven, an unplanned pregnancy Adopted by his own family My Savior, he did not save himself He suffered and brought the sick to health His kingdom, for those in poverty To know him, for those with eyes to see God is not untouchable Jesus bared his heart and soul Our eyes have seen the invisible Now God is one of us My Savior, he died a lonely death Forsaken at his final breath No one to sing at his funeral Did this life mean anything at all? God is not untouchable Jesus bared his heart and soul Our hands have touched the invisible Now God is one of us Who could have thought? Who could imagine? This kind of love, God has blood Pouring out on a cross we made God has a face, God has a name Who could have thought? Who could imagine? This kind of love, God has blood Pouring out on a cross we made God has a face, God has a name God has a face, God has a name Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, God with us Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, God with us Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, God with us