He who made the universe
Had no place to lay His head
He, who would be
Our Saviour
Had a manger for a bed
He who held the world's richest
All in the palm of His hand
Left it all to become
Our sacrificial lamb
He who walked upon water
Had nails pierced through His feet
They spiked the hands that healed
The lepers on the street
Though He changed water into wine,
He couldn't change man's evil mind
So now He would become
The sacrificial one
Yes He who grew the forest
Would perish up on a tree
He
Could be freed
By angels
But that wouldn't set US free
Only pure blood would suffice
And it had to
Come from Christ
Only innocent blood
Could truly pay the price