"That's My King!" Who Is The Temple Pure And Clean Who Drove The Robbers From The Scene To Grant Us Grace And Peace Serene!

For God's house He had great zeal; It ate Him up – He can't conceal; Passion for justice that He'd feel; God's glory He won't let them steal; He came the temple's end to seal; For He's the temple Who'd reveal; His death through murder – pain ordeal; Through resurrection death repeal; All so sinners He could heal; And save them from sin's death appeal; To make them righteous – strong like steel; God came as man – the Man ideal; Our Christ is all – before Him kneel; Then He will fill you with a zeal; For Him alone – with longings feel; Since He's the glory none can steal!
Jesus died for every nation; Haitian, Croatian, and Galatian; He redeems from condemnation; Every tribe and tongue translation; He makes His family blood relation; He lives for their complete salvation; And makes all one – a new creation; Where Christ is all – our sure foundation!

That's my King!  Do you know Him?!

The Jewish leaders wanted to kill; They feared their idols Christ would steal; Though He came with pure goodwill; All God's Word He did fulfill; They hated Him with evil chill; And had Him killed on Calv'ry's hill; Yet through His blood that they would spill; He won the battle – what a thrill! So trust Him now – in peace be still; His glory this whole earth will fill!
Oh the temple! What a sight! So big and huge, robust with might! It's where God dwelt with glory light; Greatest wonder many write; But oh there's One Who's greater bright! His glory shines a better light! He enters in – the cleansing Knight; Against all sin He'll win the fight; And though He sometimes comes with fright; And doesn't always seem polite; His mercy's here for all contrite; For those who turn from sin outright; And trust in Him with all delight; For Jesus died to make you right; And rose again to kill death's bite; He's the temple great in might! With fame and beauty out of sight! He'll save you from your dreadful plight; And fill you full with pure delight!

That's my King!  That's my King!

"That's My King!" Who Cursed The Barren Tree And Finally Came To Set Us Free For He's The Fruit – Come Taste And See!

Jesus got hungry – He wanted to eat; He had a heart with rhythmic beat; He is a man with hands and feet; And yet He's more than man we meet; He's God and man both full complete; He is Jehovah on the street; He sits as God on judgment seat; He reigns forevermore elite; He came and wanted figs so sweet; Instead He found a tree deplete; Like Israel – the chaff not wheat; She's dead and dying – sad defeat; Her sins so often on repeat; So her great pride Christ will delete; For He's true Israel complete; And yet the Christ they would mistreat; They spit on Him – His back they beat; Nailed to the cross His hands and feet; And there He died under God's heat; But rose alive – the grave defeat; And now He never will retreat, But bear much fruit – the sweetest sweet; So trust in Him – your doubt unseat; He'll make your sins all obsolete; And as your cry you will repeat; "My Christ is all! - I am complete!"  

That's my King!  Do you know Him?!

Do you have leaves but bear no fruit?  Bless God and praise just for the loot? Your praises God will finally mute; And you'll be cursed down to the root; But praise our Christ! - He's in pursuit!  To save from loves that you pollute; And grant You Him – the greatest fruit!  Who died as cursed to you impute; His righteousness just like a suit; You put Him on – your sins are moot; He rose death to condemn – refute; So now toward Him you make pursuit; Delight in Him – you'll bear much fruit!
Jesus was the curse upon that tree; Though He's the most fruitful you could be; He was made a curse for you and me; He's true Israel – He's the key; To true religion – love that's free; Our glorious God – the One In Three; He bids you come – from your sin flee; Trust the Son – He'll set you free; And cast your sins into the sea; The Lord is good – come taste and see!

That's my King!  That's my King!   

"That's My King!" Who Knows All Things, God's Rule He Brings, And From The Crowd “Hosanna!” Rings For He's The Humble King of Kings!

Who is Jesus – what do you say?  How you reply will fix your way; To hell or heaven where you'll stay; Oh bow to Him as God today; And trust the Son without delay; He's King of kings – you must obey; For us He died our God did slay; His only Son our debt to pay; On every enemy He'll prey; And kill them all – then dead they'll lay; Since He rose up on the third day; Back to the Father we must say; Our Jesus is the only way; So cry "Hosanna!" – shout away!  Save us our God – lead us we pray; That "Christ is all!" we might display; To live for Him and never sway!
Our coming King makes preparation; He knows all things and their relation; Like where colts stay – their habitation; He rules o'er all things in creation; Each one He's set in its location; Like coins in fish for His taxation; Now He comes to grant salvation; He's all pleasure in summation; He'll grant peace to every nation; If they'll turn from sin's temptation; Then trust in Him as their foundation; God's Kingdom's come – the Incarnation; Bow to Him with heart prostration; And praise His Name in adoration!

That's my King!  I wonder if you know Him today?!

Not a war horse does He ride; Nor carry sword down by His side; He comes for peace to spread worldwide; Humble and lowly, not with pride; This wicked city His heart eyed; And for her lost the Savior cried; His truth with evil would collide; To earn true peace He lived and died; And rose to set our sins aside; He opened heaven's closed gate wide; And soon He'll come to get His bride; But then a war horse He will ride; With eyes inflamed with every stride; A two-edged sword from His mouth plied; He'll come for war and to divide; The sheep and goats – no one will hide; Oh turn to Him – be on His side; Believe in Him – you must decide; Or He will cast you far outside; In hell forever to abide; But if you trust in Him Who died; You'll live forever by His side; For you all things He will provide; The joys will never be denied; And all your tears forever dried!
Oh cry hosanna to your King; Who rules for good in everything; His Kingdom's come – salvation bring; And from His heart all love does spring; He conquered death and healed its sting; So to your Savior tightly cling; And praise His name – forever sing!

That's my King!  That's my King!

"That's My King!" Who Heals The Begging, Burdened Blind And Shows Them Tender Mercy Kind If They Will Truly Trust And Find All Joys And Hopes In Him Combined!

A poor, blind beggar's by the road; From anguish his heart might explode; He could not bear his heavy load, And hoped for mercy – his cries showed; The Savior stopped and looked and slowed; For from His heart compassion flowed; And on this man His grace bestowed; For Christ Himself was on the road; To bleed and die for what we owed; And wash away our sinful load; He rose alive – the grave explode; And by His life grace overflowed!
He cried for mercy loud and clear; "Thou Son of David turn Your ear!  My cries for mercy won't You hear!" Some followers rebuke and sneer; They will not let him come – draw near; But he won't be held back by fear; But all the louder he will cheer; And cry for Jesus to appear; From his ambition he won't veer; And finally Jesus does come near; And grants him sight – makes light appear; Oh what a Son of David's here!
He stands alone and without peer; He is the God-man we revere; Who died the worst death – so severe; And conquered death as great Premier; His love is deep and true sincere; Only in Him does life cohere; By faith in Him you must draw near; He'll grant you joy and wipe your tear!

That's my King!  Do you know Him?!

His mercy-cries made Christ stand still; To help this man was His good will; To save the poor He has a zeal; He'll cure all those He finds are ill; The sick and blind He came to heal; To do all this He climbed that hill; Where for His sheep His blood He'd spill; When on that cross they'd strip and kill; The only One Who did God's will; This sight should grip your heart and chill; The loving Son of God they'd kill?!  But without this we'd still be ill; And since our Christ did all God's will; Then rose up from the tomb with zeal; All God desires He did fulfill; So we can be with Him and heal; In Him we'll have eternal thrill!
We once were blind, but now we see; It's Christ Who saved a wretch like me; Our sin does blind to great degree; Christ had to die to set us free; Amazing that the One In Three; Would come to earth – a man He'd be; And die upon that gruesome tree; His resurrection is the key; To carry out God's full decree; Confess your sins – with Him agree; By faith to Christ you all must flee; He'll cast your sins into the sea; Go now to others – make this plea!

That's my King!  That's my King!