Mary had a little Lamb;
He was the son of God
Who left the glory of heaven,
And, on the earth He trod.

In man, He was God, incarnate.
As man, He felt temptation just as we.,
Yet He resisted without sin,
That all, like Him, could try to be.

He lived that great example
That we might follow in His steps.
When our lives are, thus, conformed
By His living, guiding precepts.
But, the example of His life
Could never tell us how or why.
It behooved that precious Lamb of God
As sacrifice, for us, to die.

I'm thankful Mary had that Lamb;
Without Him I could never know
The living God, creator of all;
They, two, have set my life aglow.

For since He died and shed His blood
That He might wash away my sins,
In obedience to his living word,
My wayward soul He would cleanse.

But, it took His rising from the dead
To give me hope beyond the grave,
That I could live in that land of bliss;
The sweetest thing that I could crave.

Wont you come and walk with me
In the footsteps of Mary's Lamb,
Toward that land of happiness,
To glorify the great "I AM"?

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