"That's My King!" Who Himself Bore Our Sins On That Tree, Cast Them Into The Depths Of The Sea, And Once For All Rose Up To Set Us Free!

The burden He bore was an unbearable weight; The sin of the world became His estate; God's wrath on that cross would His life desecrate; Any mere man under this load would break; Yet He's no mere man but God incarnate; So He could lift up the unbearable freight; He had to be man so He could relate; He took on Himself all vile sin and hate; All vain idols with Him you do equate;  Your lusts; Your musts; Your angel dust; Your lack of trust state; Your longing for love and to marry a Kate; All idolatry He took and your death He ate; All for His glorious Father's name sake; And because He loves you in your sin so great; He lived, died, and rose to recreate; So turn from your sin and upon Him alone wait; As far as east is from west He removes your weight; To the depths of the sea your sin He'll translate; All condemnation against you He will negate; His anger against you will forever abate; All future sins and those up to date – He'll forget them all and clean your slate; And cause you to sing and forever elate!

That's my King!  Do you know Him?!