Lay the Bread of Heaven down
Beside the cattle feed
The Giver has become the gift
Lying there in desperate need
The manger stands an honored place
Though by Your world you are unknown
To stoop and kiss your common face
Is to bow before the throne
Among the needy we find Him
Who gave us everything
Our God stands with the weak
Our God stands with the weak
Creator who will die for me
May I live to make you known
Without a home when you first came
That in You we might find a home
When finally they take note of you
The powerful will take offense
But though You won't find favor here
Peace on whom Your favor rests
Therefore, may we be content
In search of God, to look on you
If this is how you choose to come
This is how we come to you