Where did they lay him the king of the Jews
What manner of honor and pomp did they choose
Did many seek him or just a few
Was there rejoicing when they heard the news
Were they congregating around his home
And anticipating when he'd ascend the throne
Did those of his country rejoice in his fame
The day that they crowned him did they shout his name
His mother laid him in a manger
Wrapped in swaddling clothes
His foes laid him upon a cross
And gambled for his robe
His friends laid him in a garden tomb
But it was not his own
But his father laid him in Zion
A precious cornerstone
He cried father forgive them they don't know what they do
And it seemed that his father had forsaken him too
But his father was building a new work of his own
A building that started with one precious stone
His mother laid him in a manger
Wrapped in swaddling clothes
His foes laid him upon a cross
And gambled for his robe
His friends laid him in a garden tomb
But it was not his own
But his father laid him in Zion
A precious cornerstone
His father laid him in Zion
A precious cornerstone