No one seemed to notice
the man beside the road.
He was just a ragged soldier
out there in the cold.
But he seemed to have
a purpose only known to him,
as he walked along the streets
that night through
the town of Bethlehem.

In his head he held the memory
of all the wars he'd known.
In his hand he clutched a medal
for the bravery he'd shown.
And the weight of every battle
he carried in his heart.
But his eyes were clear
and searching for a
manger in the dark.

Some are born to greatness,
and some are born to fall.
Some are bound to be forgotten
like they never lived at all.
But we're all born to know Him
and stand before His light,
like the soldier who
found his King tonight.

He had marched for politicians,
served under their command.
And he fought for all their causes
that he did not understand.
But there was something
deep inside him
now that led him on his way,
with a single star to guide
him to where the baby lay.

Some are born to greatness,
and some are born to fall.
Some are bound to be forgotten
like they never lived at all.
But we're all born to know Him
and stand before His light,
like the soldier who
found his King tonight.

He stood before the Son of God
Who come to pay our debt,
and he smiled up at the soldier
that the world would soon forget.
So he held out his medal, and said
this for you I bring."
And there he swore allegiance
to the newborn baby King.

Some are born to greatness,
and some are born to fall.
Some are bound to be forgotten
like they never lived at all.
But we're all born to know Him
and stand before His light,
like the soldier who
found his King tonight.