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King Herod |
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Vocal - Gaynor Morris |
King Herod sat in regal splendour, heard all about a young pretender King of all a voice had said and Herod wished the infant dead
So fearing for his own survival, sought the birthplace of his rival Sent his soldiers far and wide to search across the countryside
In town and village 'cross the nation, searched around for information 'Bout the child the voice foretold whose worth would be far more than gold
But no one was perpared to say, to give the hiding place away Despite king Herod's harsh prediction, they knew He needed their protection
King Herod could not understand why nobody throughout the land When asked the question face to face would give the new born's hiding place
Beside himself in deep frustration, failing to find the child's location Passed a law, all must comply, each first born child condemned to die
And so as daytime turned to night the threatened family took to flight A journey made without delay, returning by a diff'rent way
The story might have ended then, of this child's birth in Bethlehem An unknown child in stable bare, retold by peoples ev'rywhere
So as we hear it once again let's all rejoice and say amen A story centuries unfurled, a constant in our troubled world

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