A Cradle For The King

Can you tell me why a manger was a cradle for a king?
Can you tell me why a cross became his throne?
Can you tell me what the shepherds saw,
As angels bid them, "Come!"
To the lowly manger where the child was born?
No royal palace doors.
No regal jewelled robes.
Just a mother huddled homeless in the hay.

And I wonder if I had been a shepherd boy
Who'd heard the angels sing their song of joy?
Would I leave my world behind?
Would I choose to believe
The creator of the world was lying there,
In a manger for a cradle for the King?

Can you tell me, in the poverty of our forsaken world,
People still believe a star will lead them home?
Can you tell me why technology can send us into space,
Yet we still can't soothe the aching of our hearts?
The angels still say, "Come! To find the royal throne."
Not in selfishness, but all embracing love.

And I wonder if God was born this Christmas time
Would He share warmth of richness power and wealth?
Would He hide His face away from the cruelty of this world?
Or would a manger be a cradle for the King

Steve Lowndes

songwriter - musician - friend

A Cradle For The King

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