I was begging in a doorway
My begging bowl in hand
When someone said ‘That joker’s head
Is heavy and bowed down.
The court has sat in anger
The rabble rallied round
The thorny-crowned King-carpenter
Was hounded out of town’
I don’t believe in bayonets
I don’t believe in war
But men shall not be free
Until the Devil rides no more.
Understand he fights for you
And understand it well
Hanging high his battle cry
Will break the gates of hell
Well, he must have been a dreamer
With his talk of kingdom come
I see no bright battalions
Come flashing in the sun.
The ridges hold no heroes
To descend and circle round
This lonely hill must surely be
The strangest battleground
But on his face amazing grace
I written deep in blood
Amazing price of sacrifice
Is stained upon the wood.
Can’t you see he dies for you?
You see it, oh, so well
Hanging high, his battlecry
Will break the gates of hell
Well, a warring world was weary
Their begging bowls held high
When from East to West the lightning
blessed
Believers in the sky.
The whole world stopped to listen
And everyone knelt down
The King they called the carpenter
Has landed, he’s come down
And on his face amazing grace
Is written deep in blood
Amazing price of sacrifice
Is stained upon the wood
Now you know he died for you
You know it much too well
Hanging high, his battle cry
Broke the gates of hell
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