Inspired by Philippians 2: 1-11

All my allegiance belongs to the servant king

Who died that death might lose its sting

Emptied and weary, He comes for the lost

My soul on His heart, my life in His thoughts

What king gets his hands dirty and leaves his throne

Living like a servant, dying for his own?

With power in His hands the world has never seen

The lame walk, the deaf hear, the leper is made clean

Obedient in agony and submissive in sorrow

King Jesus secures the sinner’s tomorrow

There has been none as humble, none more meek

Than the one who also formed the highest peaks

God then exalted Him above every name

Risen and ascended, as death lays slain

Come to Jesus and leave everything

The Lamb of God, the Servant King