Verse 1
Mary, would you look at our son
Tiny hands, and dazzling eyes, what a glorious one
May I hold him close to me
To feel the warmth of this tender life flow deeply in me.
Joseph, can this really be true?
My pain is gone, my child is born, I feel brand new
How wondrous to see him grow
For soon the world will be shown what we know.

Chorus
That he is Messiah
The little one lay on the manger hay, Messiah
Messiah
But right now, he’s my little boy
Don’t take away my bundle of joy.

Verse 2
Mary, could this little one be
Salvation for Israel, the King of Kings, to set all men free
And will I live long enough to see
Him rule the Earth in peace eternally
Joseph, he’s our little son
Don’t talk about the times ahead or things to come
For someday he will leave us alone
These are things a mother is shown

Chorus 2
For he is Messiah
The little one lay on the manger hay, Messiah
Messiah
And I love him so.
Father, thank you for Jesus

Coda:
Mary, let me hold him
No, let’s both hold him.

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