In a manger a baby
Is born in the night
And we can say maybe
He's Son and divine
What hope does He bring us
In a world gone so cold
What rest does He give
To a weary soul
Clothed in wine
All of the time
We aren't what they see
Clothed in wine
All of the time
We aren't what they see
Looking for an answer,
But none satisfies
Running out of pleasures
And cures of the time
Worried for tomorrow
When today is right here
This life is just a vapor
To soon disappear
Clothed in wine
All of the time
We aren't what they see
Clothed in wine
All of the time
We aren't what they see
What other hope was ever offered
To cleanse mankind of evil deeds
What better love could ever be offered
Than Holiness to pardon me
And for the call I will not falter
I lay my failures at Your feet
Here on my knees, here at the altar
But it's Your blood that covers me