Jesus Christ
Yes, there was a man born of flesh
Who overcame the world and all its tests
The only one worthy to be called his holiness
A royal king who spent his days with the poorest sect
The only man on whose flesh maggots cannot feast
Who took our sickness and sin, for love of you and me
Who proclaimed, to be great you must become the least
He is the greatest gift mankind through grace has ever reaped
He spent his days and nights connected to the father
Kept it real at all times, like him there is no other
Hated by all that were corrupted by money and worldly power
Accepted his mission fully knowing, he'd die for unworthy followers
I know we're not worthy to be known as those who follow Christ
But you still wouldn't trade us, even when Satan tried to change your mind
You endured the pain, the ridicule, and humiliation, a huge price
If it were necessary, you'd do it all again to make all things right
My King, Lord, and Savior, Jesus Christ, thank you once again
For taking those who feel so worthless and becoming their best friend
For giving to the hopeless someone in which they can depend
For showing us, that with a new beginning there comes an even greater end
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