From the album Christmas: The Story of Stories.

Written by Carolyn Arends.

No palace steps to climb
No sentry guards in towers
What kind of king is this?
Where is the iron fist?
The grand display of power?
What kind of king is this?

No regal robes
He’s wrapped up in a blanket and his mama’s arms
No royal throne
Just hay for a cradle in a dusty barn
Could he be the one that we think he is?
The kingdom coming down to where we live, oh
What kind of king is this?

To have the ox and lamb
Attend his coronation
What kind of king is this?
To bid the shepherds come
With just their adoration
What kind of king is this?

No regal robes
He’s wrapped up in a blanket and his mama’s arms
No royal throne
Just hay for a cradle in a dusty barn
Could he be the one that we think he is?
The kingdom coming down to where we live, oh
What kind of king is this?

What kind of plan ever goes this far?
What kind of mercy puts itself at ours?
What kind of maker walks the earth he made
From a cradle to a cross and leaves an empty grave
Oh, what kind of love
What kind of love

Would leave his regal robes
To be wrapped up in a blanket and his mama’s arms
No royal throne
Just hay for a cradle in a dusty barn
Could he be the one that we think he is?
The kingdom coming down to where we live, oh
What kind of king?
What kind of love?
What kind of king is this?

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