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Son Of Man
Copyright © 1987 & 2002 by Michael

He has no place to make His bed
so He may give us rest.
Foxes have holes, birds have their nest,
but He has no place to lay His head

Son Of Man, Son Of Man.

Even those who are in need,
are highly regarded by our King.
Rulers of all that we see,
will someday be bowing at His feet.

Son Of Man, Son Of Man.

And the Kingdom draws ever closer
because we ask You into our hearts.

Son Of Man, Son Of Man.