A sign from heaven they wickedly sought
To test our LORD is all for naught
His Divine nature they never caught
The greatest sign is the Christ Who taught
He's the most brilliant sign ever wrought
Against all evil He victoriously fought
To end all things making us distraught
For sinners He died and salvation brought
He rose to end every evil onslaught
He's more excellent than all you've ever thought
So trust in Him just as you ought!
He's the most excellent sign Who came down from heaven
Through His Person and Work He purifies all leaven
He showed His glory in the baskets left over – seven!
That's my King!
When you try to put God to the test
His reply will come back with zest
With Him they shouldn't have messed
Back against them with truth He pressed
He refused to grant their request
Because He Himself is the sign they suppressed
With Him they should have been impressed
But instead they would eventually arrest
Have Him undressed and in His face spit and jest
Yet out of His mouth there would be no protest
And He would endure what most distressed
As He died for the oppressed
And was raised to give those rest
Who with Him alone would be obsessed!
That's my King! Do you know Him?!
He warned of the Pharisee and Herod yeast
It's unbelief, false teaching, and evil like the mark of the beast
It will cause your love and joy to cease
But in Christ we have the most satisfying feast
He's our sympathetic, great High Priest
Who on that cross gruesomely deceased
So that our joy in Him would forever increase
From all our sin we can be released
It's removed from us as far as west is from east
All who trust are forgiven from the greatest to the least!
That's my King!
The disciples seem clueless and unaware
Lack of physical bread had captured their care
Though Christ just made two feasts from thin air
Their hearts are hard and in need of repair
They lack contentment in the Christ Who's there
New hearts for His own He came to prepare
For a new heart you must bow to Him in prayer
He'll save you from all sin that might ensnare
By grace alone He won't give you what's fair
For in His Son, you're righteous He will declare
And your love for evil He'll slowly tear
As a son of the King, He numbers your hair
This world has nothing that with Him can compare!
That's my King!
He's the promised Messiah of every nation
And God's “Amen!” to all prophetic expectation
The disciples missing this is a baffling irritation
He came to let the nations be glad with joyous acclamation
As they glorify Him for His perfect death of consecration
And His resurrection that ended His people's condemnation
To glorify His Father for purchasing such a great salvation!
That's my King! I wonder if you know Him today?!
Christ Jesus Is The Greatest Sign
He’s Sinless Man With Strong, Steel Spine
And God In Flesh Who Is Divine
There’s No One Like Him Who’s So Fine
All Beauty Does In Him Combine
Pure Perfection He’d Define
He Is Our All, Our Truth, Our Vine
Who Warns Of Wicked Teachers Swine
He Died For Sinners Who’d Malign
But Rose Alive To Death Consign
To Hell Forever There Confine
But We Are Free In His Bloodline
By Faith Alone He Does Assign
The Status “Righteous” God’s Design
Of His Love There’s No Coastline
He Sings O’er Us And Calls Us “Mine!”
So Praise His Name, Let Your Light Shine!
That's my King! That's my King!
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