Poems & Stuff

When Mary had her little boy and held Him on her knee
She did not see the Savior who died for you and me.

She did not see the Son of God, the Savior of the world
She saw a precious baby and her heart was filled with love.

And when her Son was on the cross,
as He died for you and me,
She did not see a Savior but a boy with skinny knees.

When I had my baby boy and held him on my knee
I didn't see the future, or what my boy would be
I saw the cutest baby boy and was proud as I could be.

And when my boy was eight years old,
At a church camp in the hills
He felt he had a need that only yours could fill.

So down he went, that little lad,
and bowed down on his knees
He asked your Son to save him, and your Son said,"I will."

So when I think of my son, I think of you and yours.
Your Son had to die that day, for my sweet boy to live.