Glory Child

A boy from Bethlehem set out a table The meek Son of Man reached out his hands to me The final perfect lamb set in a stable Emmanuel reached out his hands to me Flesh of my flesh And bone of my bone Now I can say that to you Flesh of my flesh And bone of my bone Jesus my only one We will feast on the bread We will drink of the wine All because of a glory child Who can stop the humble king Born in the mud so I could sing A boy from Bethlehem set out a table The meek Son of Man reached out his hands to me The final perfect lamb set in a stable Emmanuel reached out his hands to me Flesh of my flesh And bone of my bone Now I can say that to you Flesh of my flesh And bone of my bone Jesus my only one We will feast on the bread We will drink of the wine All because of a glory child Who can stop the humble king Born in the mud so I could sing Holy, holy, holy My God became a child The voice that cried from Mary's womb Said "It is finished" when He died Holy, holy, holy My God became a child The voice that cried from Mary's womb Said "It is finished" when He died Flesh of my flesh And bone of my bone Now I can say that to you Flesh of my flesh And bone of my bone Jesus my only one Holy, holy, holy My God became a child The voice that cried from Mary's womb Said "It is finished" when He died Holy, holy, holy My God became a child The voice that cried from Mary's womb Said "It is finished" when He died