Isn't that why He came

Born in Bethlehem's tiny, crowded town

Raised in Nazareth, a King without a crown

He sat with sinners, the lowly, and the lame

Some didn't understand, but He was not ashamed

Isn't that why He came

A poor, lost world to save

To carry all our shame

And heal the hurt away

Bring hope to the hopeless

Shield them from the blame

Oh, isn't that why he came

Dressed in tattered clothes, homeless and abused

Only Heaven knows the things that he's been through

It would've been easier to turn and walk away

But Calvary compels our hearts to stay

For the rich man in a mansion

For the beggar on the street

For the one who needs compassion

For the strong and for the weak

Isn't that why He came

A poor, lost world to save

To carry all our shame

And heal the hurt away

Bring hope to the hopeless

Shield them from the blame

Oh, isn't that why he came

Oh, isn't that why he came

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