Star
It
Is
Afar
The
Herald
That it brings
Unequaled
For the king of kings
The son of God
And foretold son of man
Is now besought
In a hovel, born in Bethlehem
He will heal the sick
And give life to the living and dead
He wills to pick deaths crown
From our heads coronating us in righteousness
Bearing the thorns upon himself
To a death on a tree, that beneath our tree we can share this gift
We follow, He whom death could only borrow
The broken
Find healing
So wise men
Still seek Him
To understand
God's gift to man
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
Star
It
Is
Afar
The
Herald
That it brings
Unequaled
For the king of kings
The son of God
And foretold son of man
Is now besought
In a hovel, born in Bethlehem
He will heal the sick
And give life to the living and dead
He wills to pick deaths crown
From our heads coronating us in righteousness
Bearing the thorns upon himself
To a death on a tree, that beneath our tree we can share this gift
We follow, He whom death could only borrow
The broken
Find healing
So wise men
Still seek Him
To understand
God's gift to man
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