Still Her Little Child
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
Nog Steeds Haar Kleine Kind
Toen ze Hem in de voederbak legde
Was Hij nog steeds haar kleine kind
In een stad vol vreemden
Was Hij nog steeds haar kleine kind
Hoewel de herberg vol was
En de nacht koud was
Hield ze Hem dicht bij zich en glimlachte
Toen ze Hem in de voederbak legde
Was Hij nog steeds haar kleine kind
Toen de engelen Hem Redder noemden
Was Hij nog steeds haar kleine kind
Toen de wijzen Hem schatten gaven
Was Hij nog steeds haar kleine kind
Toen de herders voor Hem bogen
Scheen er een ster de hele tijd
Toen de engelen Hem Redder noemden
Was Hij nog steeds haar kleine kind
Toen Hij groeide in kracht en wijsheid
Was Hij nog steeds haar kleine kind
Toen Hij sprak, luisterden de mensen
Was Hij nog steeds haar kleine kind
Toen Hij de lamme en stervende genas
Volgden ze Hem kilometers ver
En toen Hij groeide
In kracht en wijsheid
Was Hij nog steeds haar kleine kind
Toen de mensen zich tegen Hem keerden
Was Hij nog steeds haar kleine kind
Toen ze schreeuwden kruisig Hem
Was Hij nog steeds haar kleine kind
En toen ze Hem spijkerden
Aan een houten kruis
Toen waren we verzoend
Toen ze Zijn gebroken lichaam vasthield
Was Hij nog steeds haar kleine kind
Hij was nog steeds haar kleine kind
Escrita por: Ray Boltz, Steve Millikan