He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

Mary’s Little Lamb

Mary had a little Lamb

His heart was pure as gold

And everywhere that Mary went

Her Lamb was sure to go

Then before her very eyes

Her little Lamb grew up

The hour had come to make the climb

And drink His bitter cup

How Mary mourned for her little Lamb

She once cradled in her arms

And kissed away His hurts and fears

And protected Him from harm

But in her heart she always knew

Her Lamb was born to die

To save the wretched world from sin

And give it eternal life

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