The Little Boy From the Carpenter Shop - Jeff Steinberg

He was born in a stable, His mother a virgin

Raised in a carpenter shop

His people were slaves, His parents were poor

His friends a lowly lot

You know, His chances in life were very slim

And He’s expected to be a slave

But people in darkness saw light in Him

And hope of freedom He gave

All of the power in heaven and earth

God has invested in Him

He’s to die on the cross, descend into hell

Meet the devil, take the keys from him

He yielded Himself to the death on the cross

He cried, «It's finished» and slumped to died

In the regions of hell, the devil celebrated

«We've destroyed the King», he cried

In the midst of the celebration, footsteps were heard

Walking the corridors of hell

Then the shouting stopped when a voice rang out

A voice that rang like a bell

Satan then trembled when he recognized Him

Who came to deliver His own

«Shut and lock those gates», he cried

«Don't let Him ascend to His Throne»

Then the gates swung shut in the face of the King

Just to prove God’s salvation untrue

He shook hell’s gates and He cried, «Lift up your heads

The King is coming through»

Then out of the devil’s prison house

Came a procession led by the King

Shouting, «Now, O grave where is thy victory

Now, O grave where is thy victory

Now, O grave where is thy victory

And death where is thy sting?»

Who is the King of Glory?

The Lord God, mighty in battle is He

Who is the King of Glory?

He’s the master of the host of heaven supreme

Who is the King of Glory?

He’s the one that not even death could stop

Who is the King of Glory?

The Little Boy from the Carpenter Shop

The Little Boy from the Carpenter Shop

The Little Boy from the Carpenter Shop

The Little Boy from the Carpenter Shop

The Little Boy from the Carpenter Shop

The Little Boy from the Carpenter Shop