what child is this
“What child is this”
“He left riches and honor, for linen and grave
He took on flesh, that I might be saved
He entrusted his life, to human hands
learned obedience and honor, upon this land
Taught in the synagogues and temples alike
Never fearing man, when they disliked.
Authority and power, became his fame,
never a man who spoke the same
Beholding the cross, his purpose he knew
Not my will, but thy will must I do.
A kiss and betrayed, with spears and swords
turned into tears and many foul words
With stripes, and beatings and thorns and pain
a silent lamb to the slaughter, he did remain
He loved me enough, that he laid down his life
Paid my debt in full, with a precious price.
What child is this, that I would come to know
who now is my father, and not my foe
As a child he cried, in death he was still
seeking only my heart and a surrendered will
What child is this, who came with a call
who now calls me, and wants my all
What child is this, to whom we bow our knee
He is, Jesus by name, a King by decree”
