He walked the face of planet earth,
So plainly and simply he talked and lived,
Yet in all the tenderness of words and actions,
there was still the king in Him.
He grew up yet but humbly,
born in a manger small and lowly,but in all, the carpenters son still had
the king in Him.
He walked the face of earth,
the souls of men was his delight,
to see them saved and free,
but still he had the king in Him.
He spoke words of power,
the lame walked, the blind saw and dead were raised,
all this proved the king in Him.
But yet he was crucified shamefully,
beaten like a robber and nailed to an accursed tree,
just to put the king in Me.