A King Like You

The manner that You came to earth
Was not with a red carpet set by royalties
But a humble beginning, You had
In that little town of Bethlehem

The proclamation of Your birth
Was not announced to the rich or the powerful
But to unknown three lowly shepherds
With no fanfare, in obscurity

The first breath of air You inhaled
Was not in adorned Jewish Temples or mansions
But in that pungent animal trough
Filled with musty air of old dry hay

The way that You have come to save
Was not by violent overthrowing empires
But the Father’s will, You followed through
Took a death not Yours and rose again

Is there any other King like You
Nailed to a Cross of wood for all
Came not to be served but serve and save
Christ the Son of the living God