Merry Christmas!

How Should A King Come?

Isn't it like God to do the unexpected? And to do it in such a way that even a child can understand? One of my favorite contemporary Christmas songs is from an "album" by the Bill Gaither trio with lyrics written by Gloria Gaither. The tape I originally purchased got stretched long ago and this particular album has, as far as I know (and I have looked, and looked), never been transferred to CD or MP3 format. But it should be. It is one of the best medleys of original Christmas music I have ever heard. One of the songs highlights the paradoxical way in which the Savior of the world entered His creation. How profound that the Creator of heaven and earth should be born in a manger. I hope that you too can let that truth wash over you as we bathe in the great love of God for His lost world on Christmas morning.

How should a King come?
Why, Even a child knows the answer of course,
in a coach of gold with a pure white horse.
in the beautiful city in the prime of the day,
and the trumpets should cry and the crowds make way.
And the flags fly high in the morning sun,
and the people all cheer for the sovereign one.
Everyone knows that's the way that it's done.
That's the way that a King should come.

How should a King come?
Even a commoner understands,
he should come for His treasures, his houses and lands.
He should dine upon summer strawberries and milk,
and sleep upon bedclothes of satin and silk.
And high on a hill his castle should glow
with the lights of the city like jewels below.
Everyone knows that's the way that it's done.
That's the way that a King should come.

How should a King come?
On a star filled night into Bethlehem,
rode a weary woman and a worried man.
And the only sound in the cobblestone street
was the shuffle and the ring of their donkey's feet.
And a King lay hid in a virgin's womb,
And there were no crowds to see Him come.
At last in a barn in a manger of hay,
He came and God incarnate lay.
And the angels cried, "Glory, glory to God."
Earth was silent so heaven rang.
"Glory, glory to God."
Men were dumb so the angels sang.
"Glory, glory to God,
Peace on earth good will to men,
Glory in the highest."