He could have come from money, He could have had a throne
Maybe from a famous family that everyone would know
In nothing but a stable, didn’t even have a crib
That night He had a manger instead
See we thought He’d come like a king with a throne and a scepter in His hand
But He came like a whisper in the still of the night
We were lost and there was no way we could save ourselves
So He took our place instead
He could have stayed in Heaven and left us to ourselves
He could have watched in silence as we cried for help
He could have left us in our sin there and let it lead us to our death
But He chose the cross instead
The only crown He wore was the pain and the shame of scars and thorns
But He lived to come and lay down His life
We were lost and we deserved the price of guilt and sin
But He gave us His grace instead
Now saints and angels sing out glory, glory to the Lamb
Worthy is the One who shed His precious blood
We should be singing songs of grief and brokenness alone
But one day we’ll see Him face to face
And we’ll lift a thankful song of praise instead
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