Most kings are dressed in jewels and crowns
They parade themselves through streets and towns.
Ever looking above, not seeing below
Their people eager to see a show.
So when our king was sent down to us,
Many asked, "What is all the fuss?
For there are no markings to signify royalty.
To our current earthly king, there is no loyalty."
They brought this man to be beaten and judged;
All over his body, to no recognition, was blood smudged.
They dragged him back to yell "Crucify, crucify!"
And to his death, was hung up high.
The earth turned dead and black
And all to hear was it's loud crack.
Three days go by after this gruesome death;
The whole world waiting, holding its breath.
The sun shone bright on that third day
Signifying he had made us a way.
A way to come back to him, without our sin.
He had conquered death; glory and love for the win!