Mary's Arms

Mary’s arms
Carried water
They cooked and cleaned, did all the things
Of a Nazarene poor man’s daughter
Mary’s arms
Held no other
And then an angel came, said be not afraid
You’re gonna be the Savior’s mother
Soon in Bethlehem he came
And all the angels sang
Glory to God in the highest
Glory to God in the lowest of lows
She’s holding the baby Messiah
The promise the prophets made long ago
Son of God, God in man
The very one who holds the whole world in his hands
In Mary’s arms
Mary’s arms
Held the author
Of the words in red, the broken bread
And the wine from the water
The Holy Ghost, son and father
Glory to God in the highest
Glory to God in the lowest of lows
She’s holding the baby Messiah
The promise the prophets made long ago
Son of God, God in man
The very one who holds the whole world in his hands
In Mary’s arms
In Mary’s arms
Son of God, God in man
The very one who holds the whole world in his hands
There in Mary’s arms
In Mary’s arms