King of Kings

The King of Kings

We have a choice to follow him, now we are masters of sin.
It started with a free sample like eve and the forbidden apple.
Our souls are doomed with a sinful ton,
open our hearts and except the righteous son.
They didn't know his father so he walked on water, cured the blind,
turned water into wine, risen the dead and fed multitudes of men.
He was tortured, whipped, and beaten, trying to save the souls of people.
Hanging from a cross,
this is what silver had bought.
He took away our sins with tears, and blood, with his dying breath,
“Father” forgive them for they do not know what they have done.
The King of Kings bears a crown of thorns,
In a tomb only found his robes.

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