His Glory

Once in a manager a child was laid,
Once on a cross a man died for me to be saved,
It started from the womb of Mary they say,
His  glory  ascended from the grave.

Once a baby was held in Mary's arms,
Once a man carried me through the storms,
Once a life was for my soul gave,
His  glory  ascended from the grave.

Once a baby was rocked to sleep,
Once Mary wept at His feet,
Once the path for me was paved,
His  glory  ascended from the grave.

Once Mary held her son close to her cheek,
Once I caused her son to weep,
God  my soul is yours to keep
For Her son for me was gave,
Because of the prayer that Jesus prayed,
Once by a woman Jesus  feet were bathed,
His  glory  ascended from the grave.
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