The fate of all mankind
Was on the shoulders of one man
Because no man was ever sinless
The LORD sent to us His own
The King came down from the throne

At first the crowds were quiet
Then murmurs grew into screams
“Were you not one, counted with Him?”
“I know not what you say!”
In the distance a rooster crows

My eyes cannot believe
What I am asking them to see
So much blood from one man
A body broken and bruised
That once prayed in Gethsemane

Abba Father, take this cup
Take it away from Me
Not My will, but Yours be done
For this reason I was born
For the glory of the LORD

My God, My God, I am not silent
Why have You forsaken Me
When He cried to Him, He heard
Let Your heart live forever
For the glory of the LORD

Now there were in the same country shepherds living out in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. And behold, an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were greatly afraid. Then the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people (Luke 2:8-10).

© 2006 Tim D. Coulter Sr.