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.