This is my body, broken for you.
His slippery flesh bursts from the womb
Her anguished cries that had pierced the night
Now echo in lungs of the one true Light.
His slippery flesh bursts from the womb
Her anguished cries that had pierced the night
Now echo in lungs of the one true Light.
This, This is Christ the King
Joining the sorrow of the suffering
The infant crowned
Blood and sweat on the dust of the ground.
This is my blood, shed for you.
Hers was spilled, bringing Him here,
His poured out rebirthing her soul
Torn apart, making wounded whole.
Joining the sorrow of the suffering
The infant crowned
Blood and sweat on the dust of the ground.
This is my blood, shed for you.
Hers was spilled, bringing Him here,
His poured out rebirthing her soul
Torn apart, making wounded whole.
This, This is Christ the King
Yet arms ‘round their innocents cling.
To earth descends, not sterile creche,
God has come, and in the flesh.
Yet arms ‘round their innocents cling.
To earth descends, not sterile creche,
God has come, and in the flesh.
Kyleigh Dunn resides in the Pacific Northwest with her
husband and two toddler daughters, where she spends her time reading stories,
dancing in the kitchen, and sneaking in blogging and music when she can.
Check her Blog: www.thesojourningdunns.wordpress.com
Or check out her book The Christian Musician on Amazon.
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