When my God I dare consider in His Majesty and splendor,mine eyes behold Him only as beneath the crimson veil I surrender.
Behold, the veil was torn asunder by the power of the Holy Father's voice.
The sound of fearsome fury to the enemy, yet the humble bow and rejoice.
His eyes have seen the evil brought upon His honorable Son, yet he hath restrained his righteous hand of judgment, that his will be done.
His Son must finish the fight planned from the beginning of all things, yes to bring life and hope to dry bones: a hope the Son alone brings.
His own mocked him, spit upon his face, ridiculed, abused and killed this One:
The One and only Creator, Lamb of God, ridiculed by demons til his breath was gone.
Who am I that God should intercede? That Himself, Holy and guiltless should die upon a tree,
and not for me alone, but for all who cruelly abused him: even those he came to set free.
My amazing God who could have rightfully demanded my death,
chose instead, to give me His last Holy breath.
I have reason to be thankful, even to sing praise and rejoice in his name everlasting,
so I will speak and show his marvelous grace to a dying world with prayer and fasting.
My amazing God has made a way for me to travel to heaven on a golden street,
where some glorious day I will personally cast crowns at my Savior's precious feet.
On this day I shall join with the Angels in heaven singing Holy, Holy, Lord, God Almighty of Heaven,
thy kingdom is come, thy will is done as your bride is now one and no longer seven.
One by one we will give answer if with the Gospel of peace our feet have been shod.
The gospel of Jesus, our Savior who gives us confidence to shout and say: my amazing God!
Behold, the veil was torn asunder by the power of the Holy Father's voice.
The sound of fearsome fury to the enemy, yet the humble bow and rejoice.
His eyes have seen the evil brought upon His honorable Son, yet he hath restrained his righteous hand of judgment, that his will be done.
His Son must finish the fight planned from the beginning of all things, yes to bring life and hope to dry bones: a hope the Son alone brings.
His own mocked him, spit upon his face, ridiculed, abused and killed this One:
The One and only Creator, Lamb of God, ridiculed by demons til his breath was gone.
Who am I that God should intercede? That Himself, Holy and guiltless should die upon a tree,
and not for me alone, but for all who cruelly abused him: even those he came to set free.
My amazing God who could have rightfully demanded my death,
chose instead, to give me His last Holy breath.
I have reason to be thankful, even to sing praise and rejoice in his name everlasting,
so I will speak and show his marvelous grace to a dying world with prayer and fasting.
My amazing God has made a way for me to travel to heaven on a golden street,
where some glorious day I will personally cast crowns at my Savior's precious feet.
On this day I shall join with the Angels in heaven singing Holy, Holy, Lord, God Almighty of Heaven,
thy kingdom is come, thy will is done as your bride is now one and no longer seven.
One by one we will give answer if with the Gospel of peace our feet have been shod.
The gospel of Jesus, our Savior who gives us confidence to shout and say: my amazing God!
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