His Own

Could this be GOD’s own Son?
His fingers grasp like mine
They hold his mother’s hand
Not his Fathers royal scepter
His mouth suckles to feed
Speaking A babies Language
After speaking to the universe
Feet that counted with 10 toes
Walked a dusty shepherd trail
Once stepped among the stars
Could this be GOD’s own Son?
A King loved a wretch like me
Worlds Sovereign by strength
Forcing all the knees to bow
The Choice not to be given
Would we expect anything less?
We want a strong king to rule
He lives as a carpenter’s son
Poor, no possessions of his own
Borrowing all that he had
Could this be GOD’s own Son?
Thorny crown worn with pain
By decree beaten and flogged
Betrayed of his GOD’s people
Synagogue rulers call blaspheme
Romans place him with criminals
To Golgotha he was sent cruelly
Drops of Blood tracing the path
Nails piercing the hands and feet
Hanging on an evil Roman cross
Could this be GOD’s own Son?
Three days the tomb was occupied
The stone remained in its place
For me, there He did not stay
Death could not hold the King
I am the resurrection and the life
He who believes in me will live,
With my mind I shall believe
With my heart I shall Love
With my Lips I shall declare
Surely he was God’s own Son