Humbly borne in a manger, though He could afford a golden cradle
Never had a house on earth nor a place of rest to be called His own
Mocked and laughed at when He bore the cross you're supposed to carry
up
Was denied by friends and relatives; disgraced, hanged between two thieves
Nails pierced His hands, yet never protested on saving a sinful dying
land
No grudge was voiced out from His holy mouth because love He is all
about
As a lamb He was sacrificed, a long time promise just for you He satisfied
Life eternally with you, my friend, He longs to be, from sins you were
set free
Unfathomable questions have been answered and prophecies have been fulfilled
Your a blood-bought, priceless possession He is waiting for to follow
his lead
On the cross He was crucified, died and was buried, but on the third
day rose again
He conquered death with victory, declaring how much He loves you wholeheartedly