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When she laid him in a manger
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He was still her little child
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In a city filled with strangers
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He was still her little child
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Though the inn was full and the night was cold
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She held Him close and smiled
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When she laid Him in a manger
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He was still her little child
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When the angels called Him Savior
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He was still her little child
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When the wise men gave Him treasures
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He was still her little child
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When the shepherds bowed before Him
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A star shone all the while
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When the angels called Him Savior
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He was still her little child
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When He grew in strength and wisdom
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He was still her little child
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When He spoke the people listened
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He was still her little child
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When He healed the lame and dying
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They would follow Him for miles
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And when he grew in strength and wisdom
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He was still her little child
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When the people turned against Him
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He was still her little child
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When they shouted crucify Him
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He was still her little child
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And when they nailed Him to a wooden cross
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Then we were reconciled
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When she held His broken body
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He was still her little child
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He was still her little child
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still her little child
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| Ray Boltz |
