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"Real" by Nichole Nordeman

Dave's Take

One of the challenges I have during the Christmas season is entering into the reality of the story of Jesus birth.   Sometimes I think I know the story too well because it’s too easy to zone out of what we are really celebrating because “I’ve heard it all before."  That’s sad. 

But, I don’t think I’m alone.  How many of us walk past a nativity during December and don’t realize this was a real event with real people from a real God whose love for us is real?  This new song from Nichole Nordeman captures this in a profound way.

 

Something you might not know by just hearing it on the radio:

Nichole's song 'Real' was inspired by the book titled 'A Walk One Winter Night.' Her friend, Al Andrews, wrote the book after he stopped by a nativity scene one night and reconsidered the story of Jesus' birth. Al tells the story of how 'Real' came to be here on his blog and you can watch the video about his book here.

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"Real" Lyrics
 
Frozen statues in the cold, washed in moonlight blue and gold.
Mary's babe in plastic cape, 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, every burning labor 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, but 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.
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 hussle,
Like you are unaware December comes with so much trouble
Cause you believe a baby came not in paintings or in plains
But every minute, every hour, every day.

To be real,
Real

You are real, real
Show us what it means to love like this.
To be real
To be real
More than a memory,
More than a story.

Real.