[Verse 1: Alert312]
I saw a poor man with a crown. He said “I hope I’m not bringing you down, but, over here the up is up - upside down. I don’t look like much but I got a feast full of Ex’s. Ex-this, Ex-that, but they ecstatic, all Ex-misfits, sitting with me in a new status. Sit here – the low become high when they’re high in my presence. This is my passion, imagine – the poor, the weak, the broken, the meek, taking their seat at my ultimate feast. At my table, everyone eats. All are invited but unfortunately, ungratefully, the rich retreat, can’t see their need. Perhaps I don’t look like their typical king, straight from the streets on the back of a donkey. Back up my word with a love that don’t treat people unworthy. If they enter my feast dirty – matter of fact, I just wash their feet. At my feast – everyone eats”
[Hook: Alert312]
Come, come all who hear, all far all near
Sit, sit, a seat is here. Here, here for all who care
Come, come all who hear, all far all near
Sit, sit, the King is here. Here, here for all who care
[Verse 2: Alert312]
Low become high, higher they go
I become lower the lower they go
I saw a poor girl with a frown. She said, “I hope I’m not bringing you down. But the hunger I got, is unbearable. Like a bear in my belly it growls to feed me, I’m needy and barely believe I’m alive. At the same time a blind man, held me aside, looked in his eyes and he cried, cried for the fact that he sees clearer than me, clearer than everybody in the streets. Too busy for the poor King, and the invitation to his feast. Can’t see their need, gotta get that money, gotta feed their keep, gotta hustle, hustle, gotta stack that cheese. So he welcomed me. The blind, the lame, the low, the shamed. We entered his feast. Next thing – can you believe - He made us all kings
[Hook: Alert312]
Come, come all who hear, all far all near
Sit, sit, a seat is here. Here, here for all who care
Come, come all who hear, all far all near
Sit, sit, the King is here. We are here, for all who care
