Every glory wrought by flesh and blood
Will someday be brought low
Every tongue shall confess on bended knee
Every heart and mind shall know
For the whole of the Spoken Universe
Unceasing chorus brings
For The Holy Son of God is Man
And forever is both things
Though not confined to dates or feasts
We celebrate them just the same
To join with those who have gone ahead
To give glory to God's name
Throughout our days, we pass these signs
In the footsteps of paupers and kings
For our salvation is finished, but it's never done
And forever is both things
Oh, we're living in a contradiction
Yet our questions are always either/or
To this convenient fragment of fiction
God answers both/and and more
It's easy to love a newborn Child
A blessed Baby in a manger
But the Man that Infant grew up to be
Can sometimes become a stranger
Whether Lamb of God at Eastertide
Or the Savior that Christmas brings
Jesus, the same yesterday, today
And forever is both things