My Jesus
Who was a king and yet a child? Who in a mortal’s womb tarried And born at birth a little lad? My Jesus Who lived and grew at sturdy pace? Filled with the Father’s love and grace Who for my sake, this world did grace? My Jesus When men picked stones to cast at me Who stooped to write a law for me And while in sin did set me free? My Jesus When scars of evil […]
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