Sacrifices once required to remain pure in Your sight,
Fear gripped the people You designed for Your delight.
The fullness of Your presence was off limits to the nation.
Anger and judgment rested on most of the population.
Flood and fire, sin and wrath, we became Your deepest pain,
The earth cried out, hoping something could stop the ache.
You had a plan with epic conditions,
Your sacrifice trumped all past traditions.
When Your only son came on the scene,
He saved us with blood pouring down a tree.
The veil finally tore, the keys were confiscated,
He demolished the pain and the sin His father hated.
Your presence became tangible again to humankind,
But only a few followers thought it easy to find.
Years passed on from the days of the disciples,
Until what Jesus taught felt nearly impossible.
Healing, miracles, wonders, and greatness,
We could not fathom at all—so we labeled it fakeness.
Until one by one, Your friends emerged from the quiet,
We were promised Your likeness—we won’t live without it.
You gave us the chance to bring Heaven to us,
You trust us to fulfill Your plan, so we must.
Friendship with You and access to Your presence,
When we know You as Father, nothing is off limits.
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