On hay in a manger
She watched her baby sleep
Too young to know
He was born a king...

Safe for now
There at His mother's side
A stable for a castleHis reign began...
Behold the Son of Man
Hope is in His hands...

He stood before the helplessStarving multitudes
Proclaiming the good news With a golden rule...
The touch of His hand
Could make a blind man see again...
Behold the Prince of Peace
Love is in His hands...

Nails were driven through His feet
Man had lost his sanity
The crown that He was born to wear
Was made of thorns by evil men...

The soldiers watched Him as He died
In disrespect they hung a sign
Forgive them Father
I already have...
Behold the King of Jews
Bleeding through His hands...

Eleven of the twelve had gone to Galilee
Sent by the women
Who joyously claimed He lives...

Doubt was turned to truth
Their faith was born again...
Behold the King of Kings...
Behold the Prince of Peace...
Behold the Son of God...
Salvation through His hands...