For as the lightning flashes and lights up the sky from one side to the other, so will the Son of Man be in his day. Luke 17:24
But for you who fear My name, the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its wings. Malachi 4:2

But far be it from me to boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ . . . Galatians 6:14
For I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. 1 Corinthians 2:2
Let the motto upon your whole ministry be - "Christ is All!" - Mather

Saturday, December 6, 2014

"That's My King!" Who Was Severely Mocked And On His Head They Spit And Knocked By Death Our Lowly King Was Rocked But In Three Days They'll All Be Shocked He Rose And Heaven's Gates Unlocked!

To mock they clothed Him like a king
Vile insults at our King they fling
The words are piercing deep with sting
They treat Him like the unclean thing
But only good from Him will spring
To the Just One He would cling
And take the worst that they could sling
Then die so to Him we could sing
All praise and glory to our King
Who rose to end death's bitter sting
All thanks and honor to Him bring!

That's my King!

They clothed Him in a purple cloak
To make His royalty a joke
With spit His face and beard they'd soak
They tried to provoke
All His dignity revoke
And leave His spirit broke
And all His hope choke
By the wicked words they spoke
But in all this He was not broke
But stood like a mighty, unshakable oak
He took their joke
And bore the yoke
To die and rise to give us hope!

That's My King!  Do you know Him?

They put on Him a thorny crown
And laughed and jeered like He's a clown
Though He's the greatest Man around
They'd mock and curse and put Him down
He'd even face His Father's frown
And in His wrath He'd finally drown
Then rise so we could have a crown!

That's my King!

They drenched His head with phlegm and spit
And all vile words that tongues emit
Even on His head they hit
And though they all should Him acquit
For nothing bad did He commit
To all His Father's will submit
Not one Word or jot omit
To do what's right He never quit
And died the temple curtain split
So He with God would with us knit
And in His presence we would sit
Where joy and pleasures keep us lit
All because He took our hit
Oh He's the best we must admit!

That's my King!  That's my King!

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