A Stick A Carrot A String

(início)

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the horse's hay beneath his head
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our Lord was born to a manger bed
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that all whose wells run dry
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could drink of his supply
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to keep him warm, the sheep drew near
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so grateful for His coming here
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come with news of grace
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come to take my place
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the donkey whispered in his ear
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"child, in 30-some-odd years
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you'll ride someone who looks like me
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untriumphantly"
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the cardinals warbled a joyful song
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he'll make right what man made wrong
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bringing low the hills
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that the valleys might be filled
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then "child", asked the birds
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"well, aren't they lovely words we sing?"
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the tiny baby lay there
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without saying anything
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at a distance stood a mangy goat
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with the crooked teeth and a matted coat
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weary eyes and worn
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chipped and twisted horns
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thinking "maybe I'll make friends someday
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with the cows and the hens in the rambouillet
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but for now, I'll keep away
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I've got nothing smart to say"
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there's a sign on the barn in the cabbage town
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"when the rain picks up and the sun goes down
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sinners, come inside
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with no money, come and buy
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no clever talk, nor a gift to bring
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requires our lowly, lovely king
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come you, empty handed,
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you don't need anything"
[the solo is tremolo picking
listen to the song to figure out the pattern of how long
to pick each note}

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and the night was cool and clear as glass
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with the sneaking snake in the garden grass
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deep cried out to deep
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the disciples fast asleep
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and the snake perked up when he heard You ask
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"if you're willing that this cup might pass
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we could find our way back home
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maybe start a family all our own"
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"but does not the Father guide the Son?
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not my will, but yours be done.
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what else here to do?
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what else for me, but You?"
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and the snake who'd held the world
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a stick, a carrot and a string
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was crushed beneath the foot
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of your not wanting anything