O, sweet Jesus, baby boy
Your gentle hand will guide
Generations to the promised land
Sinners justified
By Your birth you testified
The Father’s faithfulness
By Your death upon the cross
You taught obedience
O, sweet Jesus, meek and mild
In rugged manger born
You chose the humblest entry point
not even one was scorned
Shepherds, the most lowly
You revealed Your birth to them
Wise men from afar off
Believed and worshiped then
Twas not to high and lofty ones
With knowledge, power, prestige
But to the humble, foreign men
From waiting a reprieve.
From Bethlehem to Golgatha
Wasn’t far to walk
But every step the Father’s will
You would never balk
O, sweet Jesus, born to die
So sweet your baby hands
But later they would pierce them thru And kill the precious lamb
I know the end
All is not lost
Like Jonah and the fish
Three days passed, You rose again
having paid the cost
O, sweet Jesus, hear my prayer
You died for me I know
But now I want to live for You
And make my heart Your throne
O, sweet Jesus, Lord of all
King o’er every King
Come quickly for your church to take
Your praises we will sing
But ‘til you come I pray to be
A light upon a hill
your name I want to lift up high
Bring glory, do your will
Copyright MaryBethMullin
Rooted and Grounded 