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