He had to be
He could have had a palace a diadem
He could have had a kingdom, as the great I am
He could have had riches, that go to royalty
But he had to walk a different road to you and me
He had to be hungry, he had to cry
He had to be homeless, he had to die
He had to be broken, he had to fall
He had to be poor, so we could be sure, He would come to all
He went to the common, the very small
Reached out to the whosoever will and loved them all
On a mission of mercy and amazing grace
He took the riches of the highest to the lowest place
If Jesus had the richness on earth
The poor would never know
The abundance of heaven, if the Lord had lived in a palace
The homeless, would never know a refuge
If the savior had not been rejected
The outcast would never know acceptance
If the redeemer had not been cast into the dungeon
The shackled would never know freedom
And if my champion had not taught the raging forces of hell
The soldiers of earth would never know the peace of heaven
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