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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