My King

Reverant S.M Lockrigde said ``My King Was Born King``,
He had His Ring and sceptre that symbolised authority,
His crown was the one I wouldnt imagine on my head,
It was thorns that seemed to mi like they hurt,
His sceptre was a weird one too,
It was a rod - taken from someone working with tools.
Lockridge knew this King like I know Him,
Maybe He knew Him much more than me -
This King's Father is King,
And He also made us Kings...

MY KING WAS BORN KING

Ever heard of a King that can heal?
I did!
Ever heard of a King that can give?
I did!
Ever heard of a King that washes away sins?
Ever heard of a King whose Father is a King?
I did!

My KING WAS BORN KING

Herod tried to kill Him whilst He was still a baby,
But he failed...
Pilate gave Him over to be killed,
Death was afraid...
The cross tried to hold Him,
But it failed...
All the three days The King was in the tomb,
The tomb was afraid.

MY KING WAS BORN KING

He sits alone in Himself,
Needs not anyone to stand on His defense.
He is the uncreated creator of the universe,
He is God - just and fair.
Before the beginning began - He was there...
He knows the end before it comes to an end.
All gods tremble before His mighty presence,
I dont mean any offence.
He is merciful, loving and kind,
He is hope and He is light...

DO YOU KNOW HIM?

Lockridge said ``I wish i could describe Him to you - but He is indescribable``
Please describe Him to me if you think you think you are able...
Life loves Him
Death fears Him
Wiches and wizards hate Him
Atheists cant comprehend Him
Heavens smiles at Him
The earth trembles under His feet

MY KING WAS BORN KING