Mary had a Precious Lamb.
His fleece was white as snow.
Everywhere his father sent,
The Lamb was sure to go.
He healed the sick; Raised the dead
And we can plainly see...
By his own power, the path he led
Was one He chose to lead.
They followed Him to pray one day.
His hour of death was near.
While his disciples slept away
He drank the cup of fear.
The purple robe; The crown of thorns;
The cross of Calvary...
Remind me of Redeeming Blood
He shed to die for me.
Mary had a Precious Lamb.
His fleece was white as snow.
The Sweetest Gift we share is Him...
Because we love him so!