On a cold balcony, in night’s darkness,
Stood a man known to us all as King;
His weary body a stranger to rest,
Yet, resolved to march on, ‘til peace would rein.
Suddenly a cracking sound pierced the air;
A craving bullet found its fleshly feast.
The alarmed world became filled with despair—
That death had summoned the prophesized beast;
The King had fallen, but the dream had not.
Faith is stronger than hate and bigotry;
Nothing can discourage the faithful lot—
With amazing grace, we will become free.
Long live the King! Even though he has passed;
Agonize not, that he is free at last!