King walks around the world.
The grave cannot hold him.
Neither prison walls nor the sod of cemeteries restrain.
Nor can the lies of rulers erode him.
King walks around the world.
The children of the nations kiss him.
With a sword that heals he strikes
shackles from the morbid mind.
King walks around the world.
With trembling hands we place
two fingers in the wound
and know for perhaps the first time
a price to pay, and soon.
King walks around the world
love-anointed, a broken tomb
and rising with him from the earth
our salvation, or our doom.
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