Before the first man had first breath
Before the mystery of death
Angels worshiped the Holy one
The majesty of God’s own Son
From infinite past he was and is and is to come
Holy
Holy above all living things
Before the glory of every king
Holy beyond man’s striving for power
Holy beyond man’s grandest hour
Holy
His fingers cast the stars in place
Holy
The fiery jewels in distant space
Separating land from sea
The master of eternity
His grand design, His perfect plan
To reconcile the fate of man.
Holy
He could not look on sin
Holy
And on a cruel hill
Among the vulgar accusation
The wreck of every wayward nation
He took the cruel condemnation
The dagger deep of dark damnation
The angels watched in disbelief
The sky was torn. a mother’s grief
This God who crafted night and day
This Son of God, had found a way
To take the burden of the sin
The holy one in human skin
No peace on Earth
No Kings would bow
Betrayed, alone
Our punishment- a tragedy
God, why have you forsaken me?
The grand moment of redemption and
The death sentence of hate
History’s darkest hour
The triumph of sins power
Or so it seemed
But in this act
Man’s deepest shame
Is now redeemed.
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