There within the stable Mary bore our Heavenly King,
Angels beheld the holy sight and praises they did sing.
There within her arms was God’s only begotten Son,
Sent to save a dying world and bring the faithful home.
Wrapped in swaddling clothes and held with gentle care,
Was the one who would bless His people, for our burdens He would bear.
The star above heralded this long awaited day,
The wise men followed with faith as they journeyed on their way.
Reaching the young child they knelt with reverence and love,
As they presented their best gifts for their King sent from above.
As a young man He sat in the temple, teaching His Fathers way,
His audience was held captive by all that He did say.
Though sinless the son of God was baptized by John,
Our perfect King showed the gate that would lead His people home.
For forty days He fasted and was tempted in every way,
He was steadfast and immovable and did not ever stray.
His pure voice on the mount directed men above.
He taught the truths of eternity with gentleness and love.
The sick and downtrodden found relief from their King.
Healing, strength, the hope of heaven, His ministry did bring.
He was to those in darkness, a King they would not see,
Yet to the faithful He was Jehovah, sent to set them free.
His apostles walked beside Him and He taught them how to live,
He was preparing their hearts for all that they must give.
Gathering for Passover He told them that soon He would die,
This was to them unbearable and they bowed their heads to cry.
One, He said, will betray me into the hands of men.
I will be taken and suffer death, yet I will live again.
Then he broke the bread and said eat in remembrance of me.
He blessed the wine and said, my blood will set you free.
In reverence they sang a hymn and found joy amid the night,
In presence of our God they were warmed by heavens light.
Walking toward the Mount of Olives He knew what He would face,
For this purpose He was born to walk toward this place.
Each footstep held eternity as He walked in courage and love,
Holding God’s entire kingdom was our King sent from above.
Finally He reached the garden and alone walked toward His role,
To cleanse us, to know our pain, to save the repentant soul.
Kneeling in Gethsemane, our Savior suffered in pain,
The sin of every soul He took, to wash away our stain.
In that sacred moment, the world needed to be set free.
An angel was sent to strengthen our King who cried on bended knee.
Humbly our Redeemer surrendered his will to his Father with love,
Drinking the bitter cup that we might return above.
He felt the weight of every soul, our sin, our pain, our grief,
This so He could succor us, and offer loving relief.
The weight of indescribable agony pressed him and he bled,
Not from one, but every pore, our beloved King did shed.
His victory nearly complete, yet more he would have to give,
His life would be the price, that each of us could live.
In the garden the soldiers found him, with a kiss he was betrayed,
He surrendered himself peaceably, showing a better way.
Together his enemies counseled, seeking to take his life,
Within themselves they chose the Adversary, the way of darkness and strife.
Thirty pieces of silver were paid to bring him forth,
A price to hurt their Heavenly King, of perfect infinite worth.
Jesus was taken and bound then lead forth to the high priest,
They questioned the son of God, who quietly held His peace.
False witnesses came forth to condemn their Lord and King,
They would not have their Redeemer and the peace that He could bring.
Art thou the Son of God they asked, what will ye say?
Answering he said; Yes, and at His right hand forever I will stay.
The high priest, elders and scribes in anger then mocked and hurt God’s Son,
Quietly our beloved Redeemer endured all that was done.
Determined to take the life of God, they chose to send him away,
To Pilate they led our beloved Redeemer on that dark and lonely day.
Pilate marveled greatly as he questioned the Prince of Peace,
A weight of warning was upon him, his spirit felt no ease.
For his wife had come to him saying do nothing to that just man,
But the roar of crowd was loud as he went to take a stand.
Clamoring for a way to spare him, he asked whom shall I free?
The crowd surrounded by evil shouted, “Barabbas we will see.”
The echo of his wife's warning, was ringing in his ear,
Yet still he heeded the voice of the crowd, their dark evil cheer.
Pilate had his soldiers scourge our loving Prince of Peace,
How filthy were his hands? How could his spirit be at ease?
Mockingly the soldiers placed a robe of purple on our King,
A crown of thorns and spitting they callously did bring.
Leading our God toward Golgotha, they saw not the King of all,
Their Redeemer, their Deliver, sent to issue the call.
They cast lots on His vesture, to keep what held no worth,
Yet they could have deliverance, forgiveness and rebirth.
Mocking the King of Kings some called out for Him to come down,
Yet for this purpose He was born, to save and take His crown.
Humbly he suffered in agony, giving his life for all,
If we would have our Redeemer, and heed his faithful call.
At last his perfect soul returned to our loving God above,
His place secure forever, wrapped in His Fathers love.
The angels there did greet him with songs of worship and praise,
The souls of the righteous rejoicing, for new life He would raise.
The earth and sky witnessed with a sorrowful display,
The price of salvation on that sacred day.
Bolts of lightning like a cry from above,
The thunder crashing a witness of love.
The power of angels shaking the land,
Men who betrayed God, no longer could stand
The temple rent in two, heaven's sky gray,
A witness to all of what God gave that day.
On the third day he returned and reclaimed his life again,
Our living King, our Redeemer true, His love doth have no end.
He conquered death and sorrow, He conquered pain and grief,
He can bring us back, and offer us relief.
His is the call to answer, the voice that we must hear,
For if we follow faithfully our hearts will find great cheer.
We to can conquer evil through the grace of our Lord and King,
We can live with our God and praises of gladness sing.
He is the way to victory, He is the path of light,
Our Mighty King and Savior so glorious and bright.
And at last when He returns and every knee doth bend,
May we see his loving smile as he calls us disciple and friend.
Then our King will rule, and the world will be at peace,
The lion with the lamb, and the love of all increase.
Reunited with our loved ones, we will stand and know,
The peace of our Redeemer, heavens perfect glow.
Written by Michelene Glasson