Worship the King

I went to the church to worship the King, but this is what I found:

No preacher preaching, nor grand choir singing, just children standing round.

On the left, some sparkly angels with sweet and nervous faces,

On the right, small shepherd boys were trudging to their places,

And in the back were wise men, with paper crowns upon their head;

And, down in front, is Mary by a little manger bed.

Oh my, look, a tiny shepherd boy has nodded off to sleep.

Giggles are heard, but grandpa steps up, to help this child keep

His place on the stage, and his part in the telling of this vital story,

Of the babe who came to bring men peace, all the way from glory.

So, from the first warbled notes of Silent night,

To the wise men’s tale of the star so bright;

From the inn with no room and a cold manger bed,

All the way thru, til the last lines were said,

The man carried that boy where the shepherd boys went,

To every place that those shepherds were sent.

And so the story was once again told, for every ear to hear,

The message proclaimed for one more time, “O men be of good cheer”.

For a Savior comes to redeem mankind,

And in the manger you will find,

A King wrapped up in swaddling clothes

We tell it now so that each man knows.

Well, That tiny boy has played his part, even sleeping sound,

For twas love that caused the dear old man to carry him around.

Twas love that caused the Christ to come and in a manger lay,

Twas love that caused that Christ to take, our every sin away.

I went to the church to worship the King and this is what I found:

No preacher preaching, nor grand choir singing, just children standing round.

Standing round a manger bed to tell the tale and sing.

And all together we joined hearts and worshiped our great King.