The Story of our Lord

By Kenny Fedder

Some angels came to earth to tell the coming of our king
The Master sent us down below, loud praises we would sing
I’m here to tell the story now, I’ll tell you what we saw
When Jesus came to earth for you and freed you from the law.
A story of your Savior, the story of our Lord
For the glory of the “Great I am”, the glory of the Word
I now recall and see it all, the scene appears to me.
It was a peaceful quiet night; we came to earth to be
A glorious choir singing loud, with a brilliant star above
The “Great I am” had sent His Son, to witness of His love.
“Fear not” we say to the shepherds, who tremble at our sight.
For the birth of your Lord and Savior, you’ll witness on this night.
“Glory to God in the highest, with peace on earth to men.”
Later the shepherds left Bethlehem, to testify to friends.
About the little baby boy, who lay in manger bed.
And how three wise men from afar, proclaimed all that was said.

And now another day I see, I’ll tell you what we saw.
When Jesus came to earth for you and freed you from the law.
Another story of your Savior, a story of our Lord
For the glory of the “Great I am”, the glory of the Word
The mid-day sun, the blood and sweat a sight beyond belief.
Our Lord was hanging on a cross, His blood, the pain, our grief.
And I could hear the “Great I am” say with a voice so clear.
This is my Son, and I’m well pleased, completion was so near.
Then our Lord said, “It is finished” and with a grasp of air.
His head fell down upon his chest, His life was given there.
The roar of thunder in the sky, the flash of lighting too
And echo ran through all the earth, “My Son has died for you.”
The earth was shaking ‘neath their feet the sun refused to glow.
The temple veil was ripped in two; I tell you it was so.

And still another day I see, I’ll tell you what we saw.
When Jesus came to earth for you and freed you from the law
One more story of your Savior, a story of our Lord
For the glory of the “Great I am” the glory of the Word.
The early morning sun appears, a pathway there must be.
Where friends walk towards a hillside tomb, their loved one came to see.
They stop and view an open grave, I see a lonely tear.
The stone was moved the body gone, the very worst they feared.
They ask us what we’d done with Him; His body is not here.
We tell them as they look inside “He lives, He is not there.”
Oh, yes He lives and reigns on high; I tell you that it’s so.
And sins, your sins they all were paid, a long, long time ago.
They asked us what we’d done with Him, I’ll ask the same from you.
What have you done with Jesus? What will He do with you?