There is a joy in the journey,. There's a light we can love on the way.. There is a wonder and wildness to life,. And freedom for those who obey.. All those who seek it shall find it,.
Chorus 1. How could it be this baby in my arms. Sleeping now, so peacefully. The Son of God, the angel said. How could it be. Lord I know He's not my own.
Michael Card. In the early morning mist. They saw a Stranger on the sea shore. He some how seemed familiar. Asking what the night had brought. With taught anticipation then.
Joy in the Journey (by Michael Card). ------------------. There is a joy in the journey,. there's a light we can love on the way.. There is a wonder and wildness to life,.
Michael Card. Chorus 1. How could it be this baby in my arms. Sleeping now, so peacefully. The Son of God, the angel said. How could it be. Lord I know He's not my own.