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Christ Our King
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Oh
Bethlehem, by name "the House of Bread",
Of Bethlehem, the city under siege.
'Twas the town of David, Israel's Shepherd King,
And yet for You, Great David's Greater Son
Was no room found at all in hotel bed.
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As
history moves two thousand years from then,
Not one motel within the House of Bread
Has any person seeking to be fed.
And yet Great David's Greater Son, our Friend
Dwells not in any houses made by hands.
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Oh
precious Jesus ascended, up on high
To eyes of faith you always have come nigh.
From bed of straw to painful crown of thorns,
For sin and grief your tears all spilt in flood,
You bore for us rejection spelt in blood.
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Lord
Jesus Christ, your loving eyes are deep,
Yet crystal clear as shining, smiling jewels,
Your face has grandeur etched in tenderness,
Your strong hands lead through valleys rough and steep,
Your loving arms sustain in every wilderness.
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You've
a gown of purity, and kingly cape,
You're robed in golden gown of glory and hope.
The scars of torture on your forehead hold
In place of shame a crown of burnished gold,
Where once did pierce the wreath of cruel thorns.
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We
cannot touch the nail prints in your wrists,
Nor thrust within your severed bleeding side,
Yet we can feast by trust in you, the Bread of Life.
At your request the Father sent the Spirit,
Who has shone on us your peaceful countenance.
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Dear
Jesus Christ, your loving eyes are deep,
Yet crystal clear as shining, smiling jewels,
Your face has grandeur etched in gentleness,
Your strong hands lead through valleys rough and steep,
Your loving arms sustain in every wilderness.
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Lindsay Johnstone
Copyright J.
H. L. Johnstone, 2000
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