The King of kings came down,
riding not on a mighty stallion
but on a young donkey,
adorned not in robes of gold
but a simple cotton garment.
He wore not a crown of silver but
a crown of thorns.
He had no army but a group of
humble disciples,
He came not to condemn but to save,
to save me
to save you
this is the King we worship today
friday felt excruciatingly long but
sunday eventually came…
He was buried in the grave
but He rose
He rose
He rose
He rose
He conquered death
He conquered sin
He conquered all my fears
He filled the void in my heart,
the void that longs for purpose,
the void that longs for unconditional love,
the void that longs for acceptance
He did it for you
He did it for me
He did it for humanity
