Golden Sceptre (Mary's Boy)

My golden sceptre boy, oh

My golden sceptre boy, oh

My golden stream of tears landing on Your holy face

From ages past, You’ve beheld me before I knew You

As my golden sceptre boy, oh

Before You were born You had called me to Yourself

Perspective unshed and unspoken yet lightening my path

As my golden sceptre boy, oh

Before it was formed, I knew You to be

A good God with good plans

Until Your last breath, and I’d gotten to hold the Lamb yet unslain

Yet it cannot hold up to the arms of Your everlasting grace

My Savior and my Son

My golden sceptre boy

My golden sceptre boy

My golden sceptre boy

My golden stream of tears landing on Your holy face

My mountaintops of waters running to meet You at the cross

In the garden of my journeys with You, in valleys and hillsides, my boy,

My golden sceptre boy

My golden sceptre boy

Age twelve in the temple, forgotten nothing

Age seven in the trees, thirty-three on a hill

Age twelve in the temple, forgotten nothing

Age seven in the trees, thirty-three on a hill

What a child, my golden sceptre boy

Wonderchild they called You, my golden sceptre boy

And I believed, when You were little

Your hands grasping onto mine

My golden sceptre boy

My golden sceptre boy

Sheep’s wool coat, like You had

No sour wine, no hyssop befell You then

Just Your little blue book of the Law You meditate on

Oh, to find all of You

To know and behold You

The Lamb yet unslain

On a cross on a hill, before it began

My golden sceptre boy

My golden sceptre boy

My golden sceptre boy

My golden sceptre boy

My golden sceptre boy