How can this poor man of sorrows be the King of glory?
Poor and lonely, yet He is the Fount of every blessing!
How can I imagine all I gain from His poverty?
By His wounds I am healed inside;
By His death I am made alive

I have a Father; I have a Brother; I sit at a table like no other
I have a Kingdom; I have a Savior; and I have a Home
You are my Home

Amazing love, how can it be?
That You my God would die for me?
There is no death, no grave for me
For Jesus’ blood has set me free

How am I adopted when the firstborn is forsaken?
How could He be buried in my tomb with my filthy rags?
How can I be risen with Him, soon to see His glory?
God has willed we should reconcile –
God declares I am now His child

Amazing love, how can it be?
That You my God would die for me?
There is no death, no grave for me
For Jesus’ blood has set me free

I have a Father; I have a Brother; I sit at a table like no other
I have a Kingdom; I have a Savior; and I have a Home
God is my Father, Christ is my Brother, Heaven has a table like no other
I have a Kingdom, I know a Savior, and I have a home
Heaven is my home; You are my Home!

-Eric Scholtens