Post by Loubee70 on Dec 29, 2010 2:37:44 GMT -5
From heaven one night a holy child came,
who for everlasting had a name above all names.
Jesus Christ, wonderful, and the King of glory,
and in these few words I'll try, to relate his story.
In a manger his mother once laid down his head.
He would grow up to be a man with power, to
heal the sick and raise the dead.
He would become our saviour, our hope and our guide,
as he tirelessly stayes close by our side.
He would eventually give his life to save our souls,
his name, each one of us should always extol.
He's a man of love, compassion and peace,
whose love flows for us freely, and will never cease.
When we are struggling, tempted and tried,
in him we can always find strength, as his grace abide
I'd rather have Jesus in my life than wealth and fame,
each day I try to be true to his holy name.
He holds our life in his mighty and loving hands,
and, for the remainder of our lives he has a plan.
No turning back now, as to the cross I proceed,
the cross of shame and guilt, where my saviour once bled
who for everlasting had a name above all names.
Jesus Christ, wonderful, and the King of glory,
and in these few words I'll try, to relate his story.
In a manger his mother once laid down his head.
He would grow up to be a man with power, to
heal the sick and raise the dead.
He would become our saviour, our hope and our guide,
as he tirelessly stayes close by our side.
He would eventually give his life to save our souls,
his name, each one of us should always extol.
He's a man of love, compassion and peace,
whose love flows for us freely, and will never cease.
When we are struggling, tempted and tried,
in him we can always find strength, as his grace abide
I'd rather have Jesus in my life than wealth and fame,
each day I try to be true to his holy name.
He holds our life in his mighty and loving hands,
and, for the remainder of our lives he has a plan.
No turning back now, as to the cross I proceed,
the cross of shame and guilt, where my saviour once bled
