King Herod
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