Wrapped so tight in swaddling clothes
Above the Angels sing
A garment He would not outgrow
As child or as King
A servant’s towel by Him was gird
To wash the others feet
He humbly took the lowest place
Though they had sought retreat
The garment of the common man
He wore and slipped away
When they had tried to make Him king
He knew a better way
The garment that they took away
Would not be torn in two
He wore the grave clothes that were ours
He died for me and you
Wrapped in linen for a time
The grave could not contain
The One whom royalty adorned
Through suffering and through pain
Now He wears His priestly robe
A shining light to see
Rightfully clothed as King of Kings
For all eternity
David Kettler 10/25/17
Note: This is dedicated to Cam who was our visitor from
Manitoba Canada and spoke on this in Visalia.
Above the Angels sing
A garment He would not outgrow
As child or as King
A servant’s towel by Him was gird
To wash the others feet
He humbly took the lowest place
Though they had sought retreat
The garment of the common man
He wore and slipped away
When they had tried to make Him king
He knew a better way
The garment that they took away
Would not be torn in two
He wore the grave clothes that were ours
He died for me and you
Wrapped in linen for a time
The grave could not contain
The One whom royalty adorned
Through suffering and through pain
Now He wears His priestly robe
A shining light to see
Rightfully clothed as King of Kings
For all eternity
David Kettler 10/25/17
Note: This is dedicated to Cam who was our visitor from
Manitoba Canada and spoke on this in Visalia.