He gave up all His glory
To come to earth a lowly child
No pomp or royal feast announced His birth
His childhood was quiet
Though His parents knew His fate
They knew just who He was and His great worth
Then when the time was comes
That He should start to show Himself
He submitted to the baptizing of John
The heavens opened wide
A voice spoke loud and clear
God said Behold This is my beloved Son
For three years He did preach
And heal the sick and raise the dead
As He put the wisdom of the wise to shame
The people followed close
The leaders of that day sought ways
They could rid themselves of Him and all His fame
The plot against Him thickened
When He tore the leaders down
They determined It was time for Him to go
They riled up the crowds
They condemned Him in great haste
Urged the crowd to cry out Crucify Him now
He was whipped and beaten
Spit upon, a crown of thorns
Then they nailed His hands and feet to that tree
He cried Father God forgive them
As He bowed and gave His life
Taking all my sin and shame, He set me free
He was buried
Stone secured Him
The hope they had was dead
Then early Sabbath morning
The guards fainted in dread
The stone rolled away
He arose from that old grave
Victory forevermore
For His children, young and old
With all that I have in me
With every breath I take
I will lift my song of praise up to the Lord
His worship fills my heart
And flows out through my lips
Forever He's the one that I adore
With Every Breath
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