Are not five sparrows sold for two cents? Yet not one of them is forgotten before God.
Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.
Are not five sparrows sold for two cents? Yet not one of them is forgotten before God.
Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.
Oh, the glory of it all
Is He came here
For the rescue of us all
That we may live
For the glory of it all
Oh, the glory of it all
Merry Christmas, indeed.
If the children don’t grow up
Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up
We’re just a million little god’s causin rain storms
Turnin’ every good thing to rust
I guess we’ll just have to adjust