The Son of Man God would deliver; Our God so loved as gracious Giver; At Christ's death the earth would shiver; His body dead without a quiver; Death's dark veil could be no dimmer; But Christ rose our bright hope's glimmer; New life He gives – a flowing river; All because God did deliver!
Into the hands of wicked men; They killed the Christ – the greatest sin; The worst evil that's ever been; Nothing worse we've done since then; Badder than all on CNN; And at the cross we said “Amen!” For we killed God – it was our sin; But to our evil God said "When!" And since Christ died to rise again; Therefore this poem I can pen; To praise our God Who saves from sin!
That's my King! Do you know Him?!
The Lord of all, vile hands would kill; Yet this fulfilled His Father's will; When on that cross Christ's blood they'd spill; God meant the cross for good to heal; Through what our Lord faced on that hill; So we rejoice for this ill; Since our redemption it did seal; His Spirit life in us did fill; The Son of Man did work until; God's wrath and storm of fury zeal; Was tamed – our Christ cried: "Peace be still!"
Three days later He would rise; To save from all our sin and lies; And end our hopeless, dreaded cries; To be our everlasting prize; The God Who's infinite in size; He alone Who is all wise; He has supplies that will surprise; He has no limit like the skies; He does His will with no mere tries; The one who trusts Him never dies; Forevermore your joy flies; To reach the height of highest highs!
That's my King! That's my King!
Into the hands of wicked men; They killed the Christ – the greatest sin; The worst evil that's ever been; Nothing worse we've done since then; Badder than all on CNN; And at the cross we said “Amen!” For we killed God – it was our sin; But to our evil God said "When!" And since Christ died to rise again; Therefore this poem I can pen; To praise our God Who saves from sin!
That's my King! Do you know Him?!
The Lord of all, vile hands would kill; Yet this fulfilled His Father's will; When on that cross Christ's blood they'd spill; God meant the cross for good to heal; Through what our Lord faced on that hill; So we rejoice for this ill; Since our redemption it did seal; His Spirit life in us did fill; The Son of Man did work until; God's wrath and storm of fury zeal; Was tamed – our Christ cried: "Peace be still!"
Three days later He would rise; To save from all our sin and lies; And end our hopeless, dreaded cries; To be our everlasting prize; The God Who's infinite in size; He alone Who is all wise; He has supplies that will surprise; He has no limit like the skies; He does His will with no mere tries; The one who trusts Him never dies; Forevermore your joy flies; To reach the height of highest highs!
That's my King! That's my King!
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