He came quietly—
Like a root out of dry ground
To bring light out of darkness
And lead the lost sheep back home.
And when the world behold him
In the excellence of his prime,
They despised him for his truth,
But he still shared his love
When he was bruised and wounded.
If many golden crowns make a king
And glory, honor and power makes a lord.
Then let the angels sing of the Lamb
Who crushed the dragon head
And bound his army in chains.
Like a maiden O! Like a bride
The wife is clothed in fine linen
To meet the groom clothed in light
Who yearns to holds his bride and caper
To a new heaven and a new earth.