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The Little Boy from the Carpenter ShopHe was [C]born in a stable, His [Am]mother a virgin; [F]raised in a carpenter [C]shop. His [C]people were slaves, His [Am]parents were poor; His [F]friends were a lowly [G7]lot. His [F]chances in life, [G7]seemed so slim; why, He's [F]expected to be a [G7]slave. But the [C]people in darkness [F]saw light in Him; as [C]hope for [G7]freedom He [C]gave. [C]All of the power of [Am]heaven and earth;[F] God has invested in[C]Him. [C]He's to die on the cross, [Am]descend into hell; meet the [F]devil, take the keys from [G7]him. He [F]yielded His life to the [G7]death on the cross; cried it's [F]finished and then He [G7]died. In the [C]regions of hell, the [F]devil celebrated; we've [C]destroyed the [G7]King, he [C]cried. In the [C]midst of the celebration, [Am]footsteps were heard; walk-[F]ing the corridors of [C]hell. Then the [C]shouting stopped, as a [Am]voice rang out; a [F]voice as clear as a [G7]bell. [F]Satan then trembled as he [G7]recognized Him; who [F]came to deliver His [G7]own. Oh, [C]shut and lock the [F]gates he cried; don't [C]let Him [G7]ascend to His [C]Throne. Then the [C]gates swung shut in the [Am]face of our LORD; to [F]prove salvation [C]untrue. But, He [C]shook hell's gates, cried [Am]lift up your heads; the [F]King is coming [G7]through. Then [F]out of the devil's [G7]prison house came a proc-[F]ession led by our [G7]King. Crying [C]out oh grave, where [F]is thy victory; and [C]death where [G7]is thy [C]sting? [C]Who is the [F]King of Glory? The LORD GOD ALMIGHTY; that is [C]He. [C]Who is the [F]King of Glory? He's the master of the host of heaven [C]supreme. [C]Who is the [F]King of Glory? He's the one that not even death could [C]stop! [C]Who [G7]is the King of Glory? The Little Boy from the Carpenter [C]Shop[~F~C] [C]The Little [G7]Boy from the Carpenter [F]Shop![little_boy_from_carpenter_shop.htmC]
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