Out of the cold, hard,
Stoney,
ground a bud burst
forth.
Under the blackfog, out of sight,
He didn't need the sun,
for He was the light.
His mouth opened
and
heaven sped.
Instantaneous
recognition, for those
who perceived.
The needy had an
ear to listen,
the sick had a
Great Physician. The broken,
twisted, ragged,
and wasted
found they
were
FORGIVEN.
Either you loved Him,
or you didn't.
Either you fell to your
knees, or you picked
up stones
and chased Him.
The great divider,
yes, the one true friend,
for the thousands,
He was provider,
until the end....
Evil made a quick
advance to crush
the reed and burst
His chance.
All opposed
engaged with disaster
used betrayal,
and
made their capture.
Under the eyes
of a multitude
of angels,
stayed by His
hand.
Yes,
That's right.
He was Willing.
Willingly undone,
Willingly shamed,
Willingly betrayed,
Willingly blamed.
Obediently
led like a
Lamb to slaughter,
despised,
rejected,
cursed,
and obviously,
scorned.
The King of Kings
ignored.
Prince of Peace,
thrown to
death's
door.
Alone.
He gave up His
spirit like a dove.
And on a criminal's cross
it was finished.
It was done.
Not just done, though.
Not just another...
Not just a forgotten soul...
Not THIS one.
Not OUR LORD.
No grave held Him.
No memorial to find.
The only one who could,
Came with a purpose
to die.
He became the problem
we are all chained
to.
The sin that carries us
to our graves.
The scary stuff
that makes us up,
that we play games
with to cover up.
He became that kind
of ugly,
That kind of foul,
that kind of homely,
the gross,
we never talk
about.
But no MORE,
No more, our chain.
No more, our anchor.
No more, our shame.
The conqueror rose
from death's closed door.
This, the grave, that
once laid claim
to the King.
Relinquished it's right to
HIM and
ALL redeemed.
Glory, glory,
Would there were no shortage of praise!
Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory to HIS Name.
Stoney,
ground a bud burst
forth.
Under the blackfog, out of sight,
He didn't need the sun,
for He was the light.
His mouth opened
and
heaven sped.
Instantaneous
recognition, for those
who perceived.
The needy had an
ear to listen,
the sick had a
Great Physician. The broken,
twisted, ragged,
and wasted
found they
were
FORGIVEN.
Either you loved Him,
or you didn't.
Either you fell to your
knees, or you picked
up stones
and chased Him.
The great divider,
yes, the one true friend,
for the thousands,
He was provider,
until the end....
Evil made a quick
advance to crush
the reed and burst
His chance.
All opposed
engaged with disaster
used betrayal,
and
made their capture.
Under the eyes
of a multitude
of angels,
stayed by His
hand.
Yes,
That's right.
He was Willing.
Willingly undone,
Willingly shamed,
Willingly betrayed,
Willingly blamed.
Obediently
led like a
Lamb to slaughter,
despised,
rejected,
cursed,
and obviously,
scorned.
The King of Kings
ignored.
Prince of Peace,
thrown to
death's
door.
Alone.
He gave up His
spirit like a dove.
And on a criminal's cross
it was finished.
It was done.
Not just done, though.
Not just another...
Not just a forgotten soul...
Not THIS one.
Not OUR LORD.
No grave held Him.
No memorial to find.
The only one who could,
Came with a purpose
to die.
He became the problem
we are all chained
to.
The sin that carries us
to our graves.
The scary stuff
that makes us up,
that we play games
with to cover up.
He became that kind
of ugly,
That kind of foul,
that kind of homely,
the gross,
we never talk
about.
But no MORE,
No more, our chain.
No more, our anchor.
No more, our shame.
The conqueror rose
from death's closed door.
This, the grave, that
once laid claim
to the King.
Relinquished it's right to
HIM and
ALL redeemed.
Glory, glory,
Would there were no shortage of praise!
Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory to HIS Name.
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