When she laid him in a manger He was still her little child In a city filled with strangers He was still her little child Though the inn was full And the night was cold She held Him close and smiled When she laid Him in a manger He was still her little child
When the angels called Him Savior He was still her little child When the wise men gave Him treasures He was still her little child When the shepherds bowed before Him A star shone all the while When the angels called Him Savior He was still her little child
When He grew in strength and wisdom He was still her little child When He spoke the people listened He was still her little child When He healed the lame and dying They would follow Him for miles And when he grew In strength and wisdom He was still her little child
When the people turned against Him He was still her little child When they shouted crucify Him He was still her little child And when they nailed Him To a wooden cross Then we were reconciled When she held His broken body He was still her little child He was still her little child
