Lay the Bread of Heaven down Beside the cattle feed The Giver has become the gift Lying there in desperate need The manger stands an honored place Though by Your world you are unknown To stoop and kiss your common face Is to bow before the throne Among the needy we find Him Who gave us everything Our God stands with the weak Our God stands with the weak Creator who will die for me May I live to make you known Without a home when you first came That in You we might find a home When finally they take note of you The powerful will take offense But though You won't find favor here Peace on whom Your favor rests Therefore, may we be content In search of God, to look on you If this is how you choose to come This is how we come to you