"That's My King!" Who Cries And Pleads To Sinners Full Of Wicked Deeds And If You Turn To Where He Leads Then To Your Hearts His Mercy Speeds For Sinners Vile His Heart Still Bleeds In Him He Will Meet All Our Needs O'er All Our Sin His Grace Exceeds!

At Broad and Olney wisdom cries
While the SEPTA bus driver sighs
The Nation of Isalm's wearin' bow ties, sellin' bean pies, and tellin' lies
Jehovah's Witnesses have a different jesus who didn't bodily rise
Muslims deny the God-Man Who died and rose before all eyes
But Wisdom still cries against the lies
Because we love all the girls and guys
Both our allies and those who despise
We speak truth in love in the lows and highs
We long to see people become wise
Repent and trust in Christ so we can baptize
Jesus is worthy, even if the preacher dies
Because Jesus is the greatest prize!

That's my King!  Do you know Him?!

Jesus cried in the street
He had the most beautiful feet
Preaching the Gospel complete
He was not quiet or discrete
But He brought the light and heat
He would've made you get up off your seat
And get your phone out and tweet
About His amazing grace so sweet
He was hanged on that cross like a piece of meat
Of all God's wrath He was in receipt
Then rose from the dead, for death He beat
And every enemy He'll defeat
All your sins He will delete
If you bow down humble at His feet
And trust the Son Who's in the street!

That's my King!  That's my King!