Praise

Heart bowed low, hands lifted up,
I'm blown away that You drank my cup,
I cannot understand why You would take my pain,
The only explanation is that You had something to gain...
And so I was left wracking my brain,
What in the world would lead a Man to do what others considered insane?
Then I read the Word and recognized you were protecting Your Name.
A most glorious thing,
God enfleshed Himself, Savior, coming to claim,
But many didn't see that You came,
Ignorance led the masses to demonstrate the profane,
But You controlled the dice, and so it worked to reestablish Your reign,
O You're so holy that You took our blame,
You are perfectly merciful and just, Jesus, to You be all fame.

Maranatha

I have joy deep within, embedded in my skin,
My mind won't and can't stop from praising Him.
There is nothing else to satisfy this hunger we have,
Except Jesus Christ, God Himself, Who suffered His own wrath,
In order to save us, His creation, from our dessert,
And in alignment with His justice He took the punishment deserved by His handiwork.
Mercy to the utmost, never to be equaled,
Jesus Christ, Lamb of God, we await Your sequel.