Mary had a little Lamb;
His fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that little Lamb went,
Mary was sure to go.
He stirred the pot and made men mad;
He didn’t obey their laws.
But he spoke with such love, truth, and grace,
He made many others pause.
These mad men dragged Him into court;
They would make Him pay.
They were comfy in their pride
Until that Lamb showed up one day.
“Crucify!” yelled the provoked crowd.
How could such horror be?
“Barabbas!” was the crowd’s response;
A murderer set free.
Mary followed her bloodied Lamb
Up the hill called Calvary.
In agony she watched Him die
To save her and you and me.
Mary had a little Lamb,
He died and rose again.
He broke the chains of sin and death
To save the souls of men.
Now it is finished, said and done,
And He is risen, indeed!
Alive, forever, resurrection,
The captives are set free!