This is the love of a real life king,
who was a prophet and a baby and a son all the same.
He gave his life at the full measure,
when the weight was so much no one else could bear
to look upon his face as they sneered and they scorned.
But who am I to judge those who came before.
My redemption sets me apart,
but does not raise me above,
because my king is real and alive and full of love.
There are no boundaries, no limits, no lost ones too far,
because he went to the furthest when he died on the cross.
Beyond grace, beyond mercy, beyond being free,
I have a saviour that loves me, died for me,
and more, lives again for me.
What a love I've received that I do not deserve,
but I do all the same because he gave me my worth.
It's the same choice for everyone,
but I can see it's quite hard
if you haven't met the one who lived and died for your heart.
Only a real life encounter with the king of kings and lord of lords
will make you able to proclaim him yours.
He came for our souls, and our hearts, and our minds.
The greatest battle is over his will, or mine.
I want to follow him, to give to the end,
because that was His sacrifice before I ever even sinned.
This is the love of a real life king,
who is my saviour, my Jesus, my father, my everything.
