The Perfect Prince

D Denis Martindale Denis Martindale
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In God's own time, His Son was born, Beyond the Palace walls, Beyond the shepherds' fields forlorn, Beyond the new lambs' stalls... Below the angels praising high, Below the stars above, Below with Mary asking why God blessed her with His love... In God's own time, His Son was spared Because Christ had to live, Because Christ could not be compared, Because Christ would forgive... Before the crucifixion came, Before men made Him bleed, Before the saints could bless His Name As each confessed their need... In God's own time, His Son was raised, Belief then quickly grew, Belief then meant His Son was praised, Belief helped see things through... Between them all a faith was stirred, Between them all such joy, Between them all God's holy word New wonders could employ... You see, the perfect Prince was known, The Christ God prophesied, For only Jesus could atone When He was crucified... Two thousand years to seek God's face, This mercy's quite sublime, God offers us His matchless grace, If we repent in time... Thus Christ's crusade has surely moved The Father's heart with pride, Since Christ was perfect and this proved That He could be our guide... The Perfect Prince of Peace has lived And died yet rose again, Forgiveness is His perfect gift To all imperfect men...

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