Mary's Wonder
I'm sitting here, looking at my son.
The angel told me he'd be perfect. How come?
How will I be able to raise
The Messiah, The Promised, for all of his days?
How will I raise the Perfect Lamb?
How will I raise the Great I AM?
I'm just a girl who did as told.
Why am I so privileged to hold
Love's Pure light, with no sin in sight?
Me and Joseph, we are poor.
Why has God come to our door?
And dropped this precious gift of grace
Into our home, our tiny space?
Even thought I don't deserve
This gift of love, I won't reserve
My love and devotion for him,
And I'll try to confess all my sin.
I will try to raise my son, because I know that he's the One.
The angel told me he'd be perfect. How come?
How will I be able to raise
The Messiah, The Promised, for all of his days?
How will I raise the Perfect Lamb?
How will I raise the Great I AM?
I'm just a girl who did as told.
Why am I so privileged to hold
Love's Pure light, with no sin in sight?
Me and Joseph, we are poor.
Why has God come to our door?
And dropped this precious gift of grace
Into our home, our tiny space?
Even thought I don't deserve
This gift of love, I won't reserve
My love and devotion for him,
And I'll try to confess all my sin.
I will try to raise my son, because I know that he's the One.
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