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?