Tell Me The Story Again - Chris Rice

Start with an infant world and an open sky

On a perfect day, breath from the mouth of God

Sends a quiver through His design of clay

And it is good, and it is good

Tell me the story again

Tell me the story again

Wake to a girl beside

Here’s a hand to hold and never go away

Now taste the forbidden fruit

Make a poor excuse

Feel the wall of shame

And run and hide, and run and hide

Tell me the story again

Tell me the story again

Child in a manger bed

See the virgin smile, she understood

Now grow up and break your bread

Pour your cup of wine

On a cross of wood

A cross of wood, a cross of wood

Tell me the story again

Tell me the story again

Tell me the story again

Tell me the story again

Time twenty centuries

There’s a boy on his knees

At the river’s edge

Now plunge with his guilty stains

In the cleansing waves

And wash his sins away

Oh, happy day

Oh, happy day

Oh, happy day

Oh, happy day

Tell me that story again

Tell me that story again

Tell me the story, tell me the story

Tell me the story, tell me the story again

Start with an infant world

And an open sky on a perfect day