Lyrics
He preached without breathing, no pulpit but wood
His arms held wide open—"You are understood."
Each lash a syllable, each cry a flame
He called us beloved, through unspeakable pain
Love didn't whisper—it screamed from the tree
Not ink on a scroll, but torn flesh for me
The cross was His sermon, the nails were His Word
The silence was shattered—the whole world heard!
No halo of comfort, no choir of ease
Just groaning and gallows and echoes of grief
But there in the rupture, His glory grew loud—
A lion made lamb, and the heavens bowed
Not soft-spoken grace—(It roared!)
Not velvet embrace—(It soared!)
This was the fire on Sinai reversed—
Justice and mercy in blood interspersed!
This was the sermon the prophets foresaw
The pulpit of nails, the triumph of awe
He didn’t just die—He declared us His own
And carved out a kingdom from flesh and from bone
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