The King
The King came unexpected on a dark and holy night
With shepherds in the fields, and all were filled with fright
When
the angels came in glory, proclaimed the newborn King
Peace
to all the world, the angels they would sing
The
world speaks of hatred
But
the King tells us to love
In
the world it’s signs of warfare
With
the King, signs of the dove
In
the world children suffer
In
the kingdom children sing
So
in this broken world
I’m
listening to the King
The
King he had no army yet people followed him
Healing
bodies broken, forgiving people’s sin
He
had no time for the rulers, with the poor he’d take his stand
To
gather in the hurt and lost became his gracious plan
The
King would be rejected by those who feared the truth
How
could he be God’s son, they demanded proof
They
brought him before Pilate, to sentence him to death
They
thought his rule was over with his final breath
The
King would wear a crown, though it was made of thorns
And
on the cross he died amidst the cries of scorn
But
the King would rise on Easter and he will come again
For
his kingdom is eternal and his grace will never end
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