THEY CALLED HIM KING!!!!!

He was born in a dirty stable.
Wrapped in strips of cloth.
No doctors were in attendance, only smelly animals.
They called him King!!!!

His bed was an animals feeding trough,
His blankets were a covering of straw.
They called him King!!!!!

He led the life of a poor carpenter.
No great wealth did he mass,
Jewels and fine robes he did not require.
On his feet were simple handwoven sandals.
They called him King!!!!

Into the world he went to share his love.
He healed the sick, rasied the dead, love the undesirables of the world
While doing this he was mocked!
They called him King!!!

He was beaten,
Dragged through the streets carrying the cross he was to be crucifed upon.
They called him King!!!!

He had nails driven through his hands and feet,
His Mother looked on as they gambled for his garments.
A crown of thorns was placed upon his head.
They called him King!!!!

On each side of him were two thieves,
In the final moments of his life he told them of his Father's love.
One mocked,and one repented.
To him he promised a place in his Father's house
They called him King!!!

Down from the cross he was taken and laid in a borrowed grave.
They called him King!!!

Three days later he arose from the dead!!!!
He was crucified,died, buried and arose from the dead.
He was born and died for our sins.
So we can have enternal life.

Yes I call him King!!!!!
Is he your King????