TITLE: The Only One By Ada Nett 07/29/09 |
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God opened Himself
Became soaked with our sin
As hammer and spikes
Split His divine human skin
Bruised and bullied
Butchered like a lamb
The Son of Man
The Perfect I Am
His screams cracked the morning
Rocks echoed the sound
Jokers and criminals
Gathered all around
Men sullied and dirtied
By the sin born within
Made fun of the One
Who’d created all men
Jehovah God dying
In the hot morning sun
Blood, sweat and tears
Mingled hotly as one
“Come down” they said
“If you are Him”
He looked on in pity
As He prayed for them
Demons were singing
They thought He had fell
Sick joy rang out
From the gates of Hell
The sun couldn't take it
And left it’s own place
As the light of life left
His torn bloodied face
Darkness leapt high
As He faded away
Fallen angels dancing
While night conquered day
“It is finished” He said
As He gave up His Spirit
Deaf men with no ears
Just couldn't hear it
The ground trembled and quaked
As the one who had made
All of mankind
Redeemed all who’d be saved
Terror reigned nigh
As men groped in the night
Those without eyes
Blind men without sight
Crawling and clawing
The earth as it broke
Screaming in pain
As fear swallowed up hope
Heaven's bright Glory
Dwelling among men
Emptied Himself
As He died in our sin
Still the demons danced on
As the plan unfolded
Wrapped in their shrouds
That were ragged and molded
Whirling and twirling
In feverish delight
Celebrating victoriously
Thought they’d won this fight
Demonic music
Filled with hot handed hate
Followed the fiends
As they danced out Hell’s gate
Three days they screamed out
A charred victory song
Letting down their defenses
They danced on and on
While in Heaven the plan
Continued as laid
From eternity past
Where first it was made
The salvation of men
Nigh was at hand
Life and yes death
Must obey God’s command
His friends took Him down
Off the old rugged cross
They wept and they cried
As they washed His blood off
Sprinkled with spices
His body wrapped in linen
And laid in a tomb
Joseph of Arimathea had given
To hold His cold flesh
And preserve His dead bones
This borrowed tomb
Would now be His own
Quickly they lay
His cold lifeless body
In the rock-hewn tomb
And then they departed
Guards came and stood
As if they could halt
What Almighty God
Planned to do in this vault
While in Hell the sick
Demon dance went on
Thinking He who could stop them
Was now sealed in the stone
Heaven brimmed over
God was about to fulfill
His long range plan
And His all-perfect will
Anticipation strained
The halls of time
It was about to be given
The confirming sign
The one that proclaimed
Jesus as He
The Savior, the Messiah
That He'd claimed He would be
The power of God
Held in restraint till the day
He would impart life
And vanquish death away
Yet Hell’s party continued
To rant and to rave
Demons dancing dirtily
Deep in the grave
Shouting out praises
To the angel who'd fell
Screaming and singing
Glory to hell
God’s Son was defeated
And the time was at hand
For Satan their King
To take over command
But morning was rising
Just over the hill
In the silent tomb power
Started to fill
The cold lifeless body
Of the Son of man
He was beginning to rise
He was beginning to stand
His shroud of linen
Fell away like old skin
Left behind in the grave
Along with our sin
His dead heart was beating
Cold flesh became warm
Resurrected forever
This is why He was born
Risen in power
Life conquered the grave
Heaven ripped open
For those who'd be saved
But deep in the dungeon
Of Hell’s dark night
The demons still screamed
But now they screamed in fright
Twisted and tortured
Instead of their dancing
Writhing and crawling
Instead of their prancing
How could this be
It was not in their plan
They thought they’d destroyed
The Son of God….Son of Man
The rock rolled away
Heaven poured out
Now the Angels of God
Began to dance and to shout
Glory, Glory , Glory
To the Lamb who was slain
Let the King of Kings
Forever reign and reign
Ten thousand ten thousands
Began to sing
Death where is your victory
Death where is your sting
Life everlasting,
Peace on earth
Treasure of treasures
Of infinite worth
Holy, Holy, Holy,
We bow down with praise
The Son of God
Has defeated the grave
Like worms in a hole
Demons wiggled and tried
To crawl back into Hell
Where they thought they could hide
But all had been righted
Sin's price had been paid
Now all that remains
Is to wait for the day
When time will end
And God the Father will cry
"Roll back the clouds
Split open the sky"
The demons will shudder
And yet they shall
Bend their stiff knees
And reluctantly bow
To the only one
Who was able to pay
The price for our sin
and still walk away….
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