Shunned At A Funeral — Bring Him Gold

Hey guys
So, we got bored one day
Which apparently is dangerous when you
Give us instruments
And we started messing around with this
Song on acoustics just to see what would happen
And honestly
We thought it turned out pretty cool
It's a little different this way, but we
Kind of love it.
So, we figured we'd try
It for you guys tonight
This is Bring Him Gold
They brought him gold.
The crown of kings await of glory power brings.
Not
For palaces or throne, but for the child
Who rules alone.
Laid in straw the sovereign flame.
He wore no jewels yet
Bore the name, not by sword, not by
Gain, but a kingom born in pain.
He
Would reign with broken bread a golden
Crown upon his head
Bring him home
Bring the fire oh
Let the bells ring higher
For the manger king.
Let the people sing.
Woah.
Oh la.
Hey.
Oh la
He's the light in the dark, the spark in the flame.
We bring our hearts in the gift we proclaim.
Bring him gold
Bring him fire
For the manger king
He brought him smoke that spirals high
Like prayers that rise into the sky.
The priestly gift of holy breath.
A scent
That lingers beyond death.
He'll
Intercede with every tear.
Drawn to those who dare draw near.
Not in temples
Carved by men, but a heart where grace begins.
He would walk the path alone
Smoke and silence veil and stone
Bring it home
Bring the fire oh
Let the bells ring higher
For the manger king.
Let the people sing.
Woah la
He's the light in the dark.
The spark in the flame.
We bring our hearts in the gift we proclaim.
Bring him gold
Bring him fire
For the manger king
They brought him the bitter bloom.
A
Cradle wrapped in threads of tomb.
He
Came to die and came to save.
From
Manger birth to borrowed grave.
A
Fragrant offering pure and true.
A gift
That tears the veil into
Bring him gold
Bring him fire oh
The bells ring higher
Come on, bring him down
Bring the fire oh
Let the bells ring higher
For the manger king.
Let the people sing.
Woah.
Oh la oh la
He's the light in the dark.
The spark in the flame.
We bring our hearts in the gift we proclaim.
Bringing gold
Bringing fire.
Bringing m for the grave
That won't hold the messiah
For the manger king
Let him go