The Way

He made His way through the manger,
He made His way through the cross,
When a Savior was born to them,
Away from Jerusalem,
In the city of Bethlehem.

He made His way through the manger,

He made His way through the cross,
When the people were mesmerized,
As the water turned to wine,
And the demons entered the swine.

He made His way through the manger,
He made His way through the cross,
When the soldiers surrounded the king,
And Iscariot did such a thing-
For the 30 silver coins, a kiss became the sin.

But His death was only the beginning,

Of beauty in suffering.
Like the glory of a single sun ray,
His people continued on The Way.

He made His way through the manger,
He made The Way through the cross,
When Peter declared him Christ,
The man who denied him thrice,
Made another three thousand rise.

He made His way through the manger,

He made The Way through the cross,
Nothing was in vain,
Even when Stephen was slain,
There was an inspiration being inflamed.

He made His way through the manger,

He made The Way through the cross,
When Saul forced them to sway,
And made the Christians his prey,
Was chosen to lead The Way.

Know that the King will come again,

And the heavens will forever reign.
But fire waits those who forsake,
And the rest will rise above human race.

For He is the truth and the life.

He is my way – the only way.