the premise was preposterous
a God Man come to us
descended from the highest heights
to walk here with us in the dust
the gods we knew were cruel and mean
demanding endless sacrifices
that changed from day to day to day
ever-increasing, costly prices
and we had to prop those gods of ours
they were powerless to stand
we made them, formed them, knelt before
what we could hold in our small hand
who was this Man who claimed to be
the incomparable I am
what kind of nerve to be so bold
to draw a line there in the sand
He talked and talked, told stories strange
we listened without comprehension
the things He said drew us anew
and His bold actions drew attention
He backed up words each brand new day
and showed a power never seen
and we wondered and we dared to hope
that our sins could be washed clean
and then He died, and left us des’late
but before the weekend finished
He rose again and changed the story
right there the power of death diminished
He shattered time and space and how
the world so far along had run
and made a way, a path, a chance
to reach, to climb, to touch the Son
maybe you find this utter nonsense
here today wrapped in your pain
perhaps for you it is too simple
that He could just erase that shame
but i will tell you, testify right here
that i know this to be true
this God Man came and loved and died
and rose again to life anew
i once was blind, i once was lost
i once was dead inside my shame
He came to me, He changed my life
and nothing ever was the same
with one great, mighty loud earthquake
He moved the stone of my dead heart
and shattered me with founts of joy
that tore my sin and shame apart
here now if you look closely
you’ll see a string of empty graves
of countless lives that He’s restored
and countless children He forgave
are you tired, worn and weary?
these simple words seem false and cold?
how long have you coddled and carried?
those false gods right there you hold?
please look at them, just one hard look
and see the cruelty of dead eyes
there’s a Savior who has loved you
who sees you as His greatest prize
if you’ll just stand right here beside Him
He’s done all the work there is to do
a child beloved and so longed for
He wants your empty grave here, too
amazing grace how sweet that sound
it’s life and freedom to our ears
and still the same bright victory song
after these long two thousand years
// lightly refreshed from Easter, 2021
Thank you, Jodi ❤️