Into the darkness and into our pain
Into the suffering so blinding
It threatens to drive us insane
Into the wasteland of our loneliness
The Word became flesh
Into this petty and self-righteous game
Into our constant refusal to stop
And accept any blame
Into the hatred and rage we caress
The Word became flesh
What kind of King comes down from his throne,
Takes all this heartache and makes it his own?
What kind of King comes down from his throne,
Takes all these tears and makes them his own?
What kind of King comes down from his throne,
Takes all this suff’ring and makes it his own?
What kind of King comes down from his throne,
Takes all these sorrows and makes them his own?
The Word became flesh
Alex Vitug, keys and vocals; Andy Rose, drums; Emily Rose, piano; Jameson Bratcher, bass; Jonathan Olson, engineer; Luke Morton, guitar and vocals.
Words and music: Luke Morton, 2018
Recorded live on Palm Sunday, April 14th at the 5:00p service.
