Real - Nichole Nordeman

Frozen statues in the cold

Washed in moonlight, blue and gold

Mary’s babe in plastic hay

Quiet wonder on her face

Mary you look so serene

Far too pretty, much too clean

We might think we know you well

But what stories would you tell?

Of all the dirt and dust and shame

Everybody burning labour pain

And as I turn to walk away

I hear you say

I am real

Don’t turn me into memory or myth

Let me be real, real

And I’ll show you what it means to love like this

To be real

Shepherds bending to the ground

Bethlehem is safe and sound

Joseph you look brave and true

Do we know what it was like to be you

How many sleepless nights awake

Found you desperate and afraid

And as I turn to walk away

I hear you say

I am real

Don’t turn me into memory or myth

Let me be real, real

And I’ll show you what it means to love like this

To love like you don’t even care about the hurry and the hustle

Like you are unaware December comes with so much trouble

'Cause you believe a baby came, not in paintings or in plays

But every minute, every hour, every day

To be real, real

You are real, real

Show us how to love like this

To be real

To be real

More than a memory

More than a story

Real