Mary said be it done
According to your will
And the song
Of Life
Begun
Wrapping her baby
In swaddling clothes
Laying Him in a Manger
Animal breath and stench
From wet hay
Greeted the baby our King
Mary pondered this in her heart
Her child is growing
And He's preaching
While three days she's
Missing him but when found
Pondered this in her heart
Now in His thirties
His preaching is stronger
His Miracles are spreading
And she ponders this in her heart
In the garden you hear Him
Father your will be done
He is beaten and dies
And Mary remembers her
Be it done to me
Now her son's
Thy will be done
Both have echoed their
Yes to God
And the song lives
On and on