A King was born,

Not in a castle,

Nor in the royal cradle,

But in a manger,

With the sheep and cattle.

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What kind of King could he be?

Not born of royalty,

Or clothed in the finest.

What kind of King will he be?

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What about one who helps the poor.

Dines with tax collectors,

And forgives the sinners.

He must be more than a king.

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He declares himself the son of God.

So why doesn't God save him from death?

Why does God make him carry his own cross,

For sins he never committed?

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Why doesn't God call on his angels,

To save his son from this pain?

Why doesn't God speak now?

For his son has died today.

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Sunday morning,

A conflict arose.

A man's grave has been robbed.

Even his wrappings are gone.

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Some claim they saw him,

He arose from the dead.

He said he died for us

For our sins.

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So we could receive ever lasting life.

In God's kingdom,

In paradise.

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Why would a king,

Die for a poor servant like me?