When I think of being holy
I tend to think my life just doesn't fit the bill
Short of hope, I ignore the
Quiet years and quiet ways
You lived His will
When Calvary seems so
Far out of reach for
What my holiness could be
I think of Nazareth
Those years seem average but
Much more like the life I lead
Those thirty years sure give
Some hope to me
Long before You laid it all down
You learned to walk and talk
The way that children do
The yes You gave with Your last breath
Is the yes You gave
Mary and Joseph too
When Calvary seems so
Far out of reach for
What my holiness could be
I think of Nazareth
Those years seem average but
Much more like the life I lead
Those thirty years sure give
Some hope to me
I always wonder
What those early years were like
And why You chose to stoop so low
I think those days
Were a lot like some of mine
More like the holiness I know
Those years can teach me how to grow