| Song | Hope's Song |
| Artist | Veggie Tales |
| Album | Veggie Tales: Veggie Tunes, Vol. 4 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Heinecke, Vischer | |
| There's a story that started on Christmas | |
| When a baby was born in the night | |
| And those who came far who followed the star | |
| Were seeing a heavenly sight | |
| A heavenly sight | |
| Well, the years hurried by and the boy, now a man | |
| Could make the blind see with a touch of His hand | |
| He was born to be King, He was Rabbi and Priest | |
| But the best that He had, He gave to the least | |
| He gave to the least | |
| He was born and He died, almost 2,000 years ago | |
| He laughed and He cried, He felt all the fears we know | |
| But what does it matter? A story so strange | |
| Even if it is true, what does it change? | |
| What does it change? | |
| Though He spoke like a prophet, like no one they'd heard | |
| This simple young carpenter, crowds hung on every word | |
| He hated injustice, He taught what is right | |
| He said, ?I'm the way and the truth and the light? | |
| His friends soon believed that truly He was the one | |
| The Savior, Messiah, God's one and only Son | |
| But others they doubted, they did not agree | |
| So they took Him, they tried Him | |
| He died on a tree, He died on a tree | |
| God has made a way | |
| For all who mourn and grieve | |
| Death will never be the end | |
| If you just believe | |
| God has made a way | |
| For all who mourn and grieve | |
| Death will never be the end | |
| If you just believe | |
| There is nothing left to fear | |
| Nothing Heaven knows | |
| For He died for us to give us life | |
| And to give us hope He rose | |
| Hey Annie, your steps lookin' peppy again | |
| I guess, when I think of Easter | |
| Is really about | |
| That was a great egg hunt after all | |
| I hope those hurt more kids | |
| Our class is almost over | |
| Hey junior, I think someone | |
| Is here to see you | |
| Dad, what are you doin' here? | |
| I caught an earlier flight junior | |
| I couldn't bare to spend Easter Sunday away from my favorite son | |
| Oh dad, I'm your only son |
| zuo qu : Heinecke, Vischer | |
| There' s a story that started on Christmas | |
| When a baby was born in the night | |
| And those who came far who followed the star | |
| Were seeing a heavenly sight | |
| A heavenly sight | |
| Well, the years hurried by and the boy, now a man | |
| Could make the blind see with a touch of His hand | |
| He was born to be King, He was Rabbi and Priest | |
| But the best that He had, He gave to the least | |
| He gave to the least | |
| He was born and He died, almost 2, 000 years ago | |
| He laughed and He cried, He felt all the fears we know | |
| But what does it matter? A story so strange | |
| Even if it is true, what does it change? | |
| What does it change? | |
| Though He spoke like a prophet, like no one they' d heard | |
| This simple young carpenter, crowds hung on every word | |
| He hated injustice, He taught what is right | |
| He said, nbsp? I' m the way and the truth and the light? | |
| His friends soon believed that truly He was the one | |
| The Savior, Messiah, God' s one and only Son | |
| But others they doubted, they did not agree | |
| So they took Him, they tried Him | |
| He died on a tree, He died on a tree | |
| God has made a way | |
| For all who mourn and grieve | |
| Death will never be the end | |
| If you just believe | |
| God has made a way | |
| For all who mourn and grieve | |
| Death will never be the end | |
| If you just believe | |
| There is nothing left to fear | |
| Nothing Heaven knows | |
| For He died for us to give us life | |
| And to give us hope He rose | |
| Hey Annie, your steps lookin' peppy again | |
| I guess, when I think of Easter | |
| Is really about | |
| That was a great egg hunt after all | |
| I hope those hurt more kids | |
| Our class is almost over | |
| Hey junior, I think someone | |
| Is here to see you | |
| Dad, what are you doin' here? | |
| I caught an earlier flight junior | |
| I couldn' t bare to spend Easter Sunday away from my favorite son | |
| Oh dad, I' m your only son |
| zuò qǔ : Heinecke, Vischer | |
| There' s a story that started on Christmas | |
| When a baby was born in the night | |
| And those who came far who followed the star | |
| Were seeing a heavenly sight | |
| A heavenly sight | |
| Well, the years hurried by and the boy, now a man | |
| Could make the blind see with a touch of His hand | |
| He was born to be King, He was Rabbi and Priest | |
| But the best that He had, He gave to the least | |
| He gave to the least | |
| He was born and He died, almost 2, 000 years ago | |
| He laughed and He cried, He felt all the fears we know | |
| But what does it matter? A story so strange | |
| Even if it is true, what does it change? | |
| What does it change? | |
| Though He spoke like a prophet, like no one they' d heard | |
| This simple young carpenter, crowds hung on every word | |
| He hated injustice, He taught what is right | |
| He said, nbsp? I' m the way and the truth and the light? | |
| His friends soon believed that truly He was the one | |
| The Savior, Messiah, God' s one and only Son | |
| But others they doubted, they did not agree | |
| So they took Him, they tried Him | |
| He died on a tree, He died on a tree | |
| God has made a way | |
| For all who mourn and grieve | |
| Death will never be the end | |
| If you just believe | |
| God has made a way | |
| For all who mourn and grieve | |
| Death will never be the end | |
| If you just believe | |
| There is nothing left to fear | |
| Nothing Heaven knows | |
| For He died for us to give us life | |
| And to give us hope He rose | |
| Hey Annie, your steps lookin' peppy again | |
| I guess, when I think of Easter | |
| Is really about | |
| That was a great egg hunt after all | |
| I hope those hurt more kids | |
| Our class is almost over | |
| Hey junior, I think someone | |
| Is here to see you | |
| Dad, what are you doin' here? | |
| I caught an earlier flight junior | |
| I couldn' t bare to spend Easter Sunday away from my favorite son | |
| Oh dad, I' m your only son |