| He was a carpenter, a simple man
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| Living a simple life in Nazareth, the story tells
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| His mother always knew that He was meant
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| To serve a special purpose here, the angel had said, the story tells
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| He was carrying his gift inside
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| His heart divine, his mind so bright
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| With healing powers at his hand
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| He was reaching out a helping hand
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| To those in need, the blind to see
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| Lazarus, arise
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| Messiah, oh Messiah
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| See the son of god among
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| Saints and sinners, old and young
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| Speaking words of wisdom
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| Turn the other cheek, believe
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| And the truth shall set you free
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| Spoke the man from Nazareth
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| Jesus, King of Kings
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| And he was wandering across the land
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| The winds began to change
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| As prophets had said, the story tells
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| All the priests said
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| «he's no son of god»
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| Accusing him of blasphemy
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| Of challenging authority
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| As his friend betrayed him with a kiss
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| They tortured him for all to see
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| A victim of atrocity
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| And they nailed him to a cross
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| The earth was shaking, curtains fell
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| As he spoke his final words:
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| «It is finished»
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| In his temple we were stand
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| Kings and nations turn to sand
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| And his word shall echo
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| True forgiveness for our sins
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| Eternal life for you and me
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| Spoke the man from Nazareth
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| Jesus, King of Kings |