The King

Heralded by angels, despised of men,
He came a lowly child, to save us from sin.

The God of Creation, all things he can do,
Yet poor was his fare and hunger he knew.

For love of his God, our sins he bore:
Great drops of blood ran from every pore.

Pain and suffering he knew: betrayed by a friend,
He was led as a lamb, and by lies condemned.

Stripped and wounded, beaten and killed,
He invites us to come and by him be healed.

Once lifted by men and brought to lay low,
He lifts us to God, our life to bestow.