No palace steps to climb No sentry guards in towers What kind of king is this? Where is the iron fist? The grand display of power? What kind of king is this? No regal robes He’s wrapped up in a blanket And his mama’s arms No royal throne Just hay for a cradle in a dusty barn Could he be the one that we think he is? The kingdom coming down to where we live? Oh, what kind of king is this? To have the ox and lamb Attend his coronation What kind of king is this? To bid the shepherds come With just their adoration What kind of king is this? No regal robes He’s wrapped up in a blanket And his mama’s arms No royal throne Just hay for a cradle in a dusty barn Could he be the one that we think he is? The kingdom coming down to where we live? Oh, what kind of king is this? What kind of plan ever goes this far? What kind of mercy puts itself at ours? What kind of maker walks the earth he made From a cradle to a cross and leaves an empty grave? Oh, what kind of love? What kind of love Would trade his regal robes To be wrapped up in a blanket And his mama’s arms No royal throne Just hay for a cradle in a dusty barn Could he be the one that we think he is? The kingdom coming down to where we live? Oh, what kind of king? What kind of love? What kind of king is this?