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 Yahweh 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!
That's my King!
Jesus was the curse upon that tree
Though He's the most fruitful you could be
He’s made a curse for you and me
He is True Israel – 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! I wonder if you know Him today?!
Christ Jesus Grows The Greatest Fruit
His Perfect Holiness Salute
He Loves And Serves And Saves To Boot
There’s No One Like Him, No Dispute
From Olney, Gaza, To Beirut
Sin Does And Has And Will Pollute
Like Israel Who Bore No Fruit
And Acted Like A Prostitute
Christ Curses All From Head To Root
But He Will Save And Death Refute
For On A Tree He’s Cursed And Mute
He Bore God’s Wrath Like Sinner Brute
He Died Our Lamb And Substitute
Then Rose Alive The Grave To Loot
Of All His Loved Ones Hot Pursuit
His Righteousness He Does Impute
By Faith Alone We’re Just, On Route
To Pray To Him And Mounts Uproot
For He’s Our All, The Greatest Fruit!
That's my King! That's my King!
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