Saturday, March 30, 2013

GospelSong




GospelSong

Jubilation song I sing
                        They heard the metal nails of death
Endless cry of victory
                        pounded mercilessly into His hands and feet.
For I was bound in sin’s dark chains
                        Blood spattered
But then your blood set me free
                        from His forehead,
Gracious lover of my soul
                        where a crown of pointed sharp thorns was pressed;
Left your glorious, splendid state
                        from His ragged chin,
To humbly bear my crimes and shame
                        where His beard had been plucked out;
And to reverse my hopeless fate
                        from His side,
Greater love has no man shown
                        where a soldier’s sword had viciously entered;
Than that which your truth declares
                        from His back,
That Christ the Sinless Son of God
                        where a cracking whip had plundered into tender flesh;
Died but only for my sins to bear
                        blood from His hands,
Precious, Spotless Lamb of God
                        blood from His feet.
Flesh and blood the sacrifice
                        And they still laughed.
God Incarnate, Gift of Love
                        Disfigured form,
You willed to pay such horrid price
                        broken on a splintery tree,
Before I even knew my name
                         no beauty,
You wanted me right by your side
                        no glory,
You wanted me to know your life
                        brutal pain,
So you stretched your arms and hung and died.
                        bitter loneliness,
Grief and sorrows of my soul
                        open betrayal,
Were nailed upon the cross that day 
                        sour death.
Day ordained before all time
                        They heard his groans,
Day that Christ my debt did pay
                        His whisper of thirst,
But greater day would lie ahead
                        His agony,
To break the mourner’s dismal spell
                        His sorrow,
An empty tomb would testify
                        and they did not realize
To all the world that all is well
                        that this was for them,
The sting of death had been cut off
                        That this was the plan.
The grave’s victory is now defeat
                        And He bowed His head,
Christ the Lord rose from sin’s death
                        And He shouted
The road of life is now complete
                        “It is finished!”
Host of heaven, all of earth
                        And they went to the tomb
Let your praise resound and sing
                        and they saw that it was empty
For freedom lives, redemption’s purchased
                        and they still did not believe.
By the Holy King of Kings


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